God’s Promise

The promise of another day,
Emerging from the dark.
An eastern band of lighted sky,
A singing meadowlark.

A quarter moon with Cheshire smile,
A chill upon the air,
The coldest time of morning,
But the weather will be fair.

The dawning light is creeping,
Chasing out the gloomy night.
I sit and watch the sunrise.
It’s such a wondrous sight.

I sit and watch the dawning,
God’s gift of one more day.
I thank Him for His awesome love
Each morning when I pray.

By Don Rothra


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