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Christian Poetry


Tuesday, February 9, 2010

The Promise of Dawn


  • The dawn was breaking in the east,
    The world was coming back to life,
    To pain and sorrow, rest and strife;
    The noise of night things all had ceased.

    The dawn, all rosy, full of joy,
    From over the hills and far away,
    Was coming with its gift of warmth;
    Our souls sang out a tender lay.

    Were it not for the promise of dawn,
    We might stay chilled from the night,
    But we know its blessed coming
    Its promise of life and light.

    MEV