DAWN “So we have the prophetic word made more sure, to which you do well to pay attention as to a lamp shining in a dark place, until the day dawns and the morning star arises in your hearts.” (2 Peter 1:19 NASB) Driving through the desert night No hint of light I see. Yet even darkness tells my heart Of God’s great love for me. Majestic Arizona mountains Stretching to the sky, Morning star lights the way Whispers to a still dark world Dawn is on its way. In the east an unseen hand Paints shades of purple, pink and blue. Another way He whispers Of His love for me and you. Saguaro’s in shadowed stillness stand Arms stretched outward as they wait. Quiet giants of desert land Stand guard at a new day’s gate. Morning star sits above desert peaks Rising from the desert floor Darkness surrounding, their red hues hide, Still through shadows His thundering voice speaks Of a new day, on dawns wings shall ride. Then what joy fills my heart In the east my earth eyes see Out of darkness the sun does rise A new day awakes in glory. The light runs down the desert peaks, Night’s shadows quickly gone. Just as He has promised All things made new in the glorious light of dawn. My heart takes flight in joyous song Pen to paper all my thoughts to write For the bright and Morning Star Lord Jesus, will soon cast away the night. He’ll come with shout of victory Amidst the trumpet song Those whose hearts belong to Him, Will rejoice with the coming of Heaven’s Dawn. An Original Conversations at the Well Poem © Copyright by Diana Morgan, April 10, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
DAWN
DAWN “So we have the prophetic word made more sure, to which you do well to pay attention as to a lamp shining in a dark place, until the day dawns and the morning star arises in your hearts.” (2 Peter 1:19 NASB) Driving through the desert night No hint of light I see. Yet even darkness tells my heart Of God’s great love for me. Majestic Arizona mountains Stretching to the sky, Morning star lights the way Whispers to a still dark world Dawn is on its way. In the east an unseen hand Paints shades of purple, pink and blue. Another way He whispers Of His love for me and you. Saguaro’s in shadowed stillness stand Arms stretched outward as they wait. Quiet giants of desert land Stand guard at a new day’s gate. Morning star sits above desert peaks Rising from the desert floor Darkness surrounding, their red hues hide, Still through shadows His thundering voice speaks Of a new day, on dawns wings shall ride. Then what joy fills my heart In the east my earth eyes see Out of darkness the sun does rise A new day awakes in glory. The light runs down the desert peaks, Night’s shadows quickly gone. Just as He has promised All things made new in the glorious light of dawn. My heart takes flight in joyous song Pen to paper all my thoughts to write For the bright and Morning Star Lord Jesus, will soon cast away the night. He’ll come with shout of victory Amidst the trumpet song Those whose hearts belong to Him, Will rejoice with the coming of Heaven’s Dawn. An Original Conversations at the Well Poem © Copyright by Diana Morgan, April 10, 2011
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