in the morning

“It is of the Lord's mercies that we are not consumed,
because his compassions fail not.  They are new every
morning:  great is thy faithfulness.”―Lamentations 3:22, 23
 
what a wonderful, new feeling
just to find my life in me,
when i wake up in the morning
of a fresh and sparkling day!
o how jubilant my spirit,
when the rising sun i see!
just to know that God is in it
lisping praise cannot convey.
 
when, at night, my wake is broken
by the manacles of sleep,
‘tis of death a trifling token―
nor a promise i shall rise
when the dark forgets his cunning,
and the shadows wane, skin-deep,
and the feet of day come running
with the news of life’s reprise.
 
let the chorus swell with passion,
while the living are awake;
heaven’s bounty swears no ration
for the soul with purpose bent.
what a morning, when the highroad
is the circuit i shall take,
for my troubles shall be widowed,
while deep sleep i circumvent!
 
© Copyright 2024 June 15
by Clyve A. Bowen♫