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 –
all melt in Your gaze.
are no match for Your rays;
but are undone like morning mist.
to live here,
in my dark places,
where night has reigned too long.
paint me daybreak,
colour me rainbow,
and call me