Morning steals in, soft with surprise,
Virgin sunbeams surfing on skies
Froth-dipped on wave crests of sweet baby-blue,
Wooing the lilies with top-coat of dew.
As dawn burns away fog,
so Your light burns me –
pride,
arrogance,
deceit,
all melt in Your gaze.
Obscurity
and Denial
are no match for Your rays;
they squirm
and justify
but are undone like morning mist.
So rise,
Morning Star,
Your radiance
is welcome
to live here,
in my dark places,
where night has reigned too long.
Rise
and shine
and
paint me daybreak,
colour me rainbow,
and call me
Morning…