The things I wondered about through the night,
Became, oh so clear, in morning’s light.
How fresh and restoring is the morning,
Each time anew, its truth found pouring.
How dark and destroying is the evening,
What seeping darkness; what confusion seething.
Those restless nights with temptations of old,
When I yielded, it was dawn’s light that told,
Of the real truth of the matter,
My sin to my heart exposed.
Equally true, those victories wroght in dim night,
Through faith that Your word is right,
Brought joy in the morning,
Of just decisions forthright.
Oh, those things I wondered about through the night,
Became oh so clear, in morning’s light.
Each morning is a gift from above,
Old things pass away, and new things give way,
One day separate from another,
Is sometimes all we need to carry further.
The best kept secret, that all should know,
Is that the mercy of God is new,
Each and every dawning glow.
So enjoy this morning’s blessing and go.
© 2012, Matt Camphuis all rights reserved.