by Greta Zwaan, ©2018
The sun begins to scatter the clouds that claimed the night,
The glowing lights of colour make darkness take its flight.
At first there’s but a glimmer as colour finds its way
And then great bursts of sunshine announce a brand-new day.
The harmony of colours dance in the morning mist,
They’re orange, they’re red, they’re yellow; what colours they enlist!
They touch and mould together, they snap as they join hands,
The music is ethereal and then they break their bands.
And still they dance in union, together then apart,
The colours blend and scatter – a heavenly work of art.
I almost hear their laughter; I almost hear them say:
"God’s made a brand-new morning; wake up, enjoy the day!
You’ve seen a bit of glory; you’ve seen the rising sun;
We’ve barely scratched the surface, our story’s just begun.
God’s majesty and power has colour without end,
Like morning’s brilliant glory their wonders move and blend."
Each sunrise is new with splendour, each programme so well planned;
Each day holds forth its promise of life throughout the land.
When God displays His glory, when sunshine shows its face;
Rejoice and dance like sunbeams that evening clouds erase.
Poet: Celia Thaxter
Up from the east another day
Shall chase the bitter dark away;
What though thine eyes with tears be wet,
The sunrise never failed us yet.
Another dawn may yet restore
Our faith and hope and joy once more;
Sad soul, take comfort, nor forget
That sunrise never failed us yet.