Friday, 5 October 2012

Break of Dawn

Grey clouds cover the horizon.
Bringin' hard times, I'm surmizin.
No matter 'bout their silver lining,
For a ray of sun I'm pining.

They're coming fast and thick
Dropping their loads like brick.
Will I shatter through the storm?
Or will I stand firm, though torn?

I look abroad
And think of my Lord;
Feel Him by my side,
Giving me a place to hide.

"O my daughter," said He
"Over there, don't you see?"
I looked toward the east
- now not afraid in the least.

And through the storm,
I saw the break of dawn. ~ 

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