Morning's Song

My little children, morning is here

To chase away all our midnight fears

The sun in all her beauty bright

Sends away our darkest dreams to flight

O little children, wake up, morning is here

Morning is here to rid the darkened chill

Let no more shadow creep the land to bring us ill

Though the night seems without end and troubles assail

I’ll remind myself that my Friend will eventually prevail.

O little children, wake up, morning is here.

Morning is here! Let the land rejoice!

The mountains and valleys lift their voice

The haunted past succumbs to her brilliant rays

For within her light is the hope of a new day

Morning is here, wake up, wake up, morning is here.

I wrote this several years ago.  It's context was in a story that is morphing into something larger then it was originally intended; however, since it was a good poem that celebrates the morning's light after a long darkness, I have included it here that you might be encouraged.  "Weeping may stay for the night, but rejoicing comes in the morning" (Psalm 30:5)