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