God’s Glory of the Morning

Sleepy eyes waking to catch the sun’s rays,
Golden, flowing, bright sunlight.
Gazing up into the morning sky,
Clouds of azure, purple reign on high.
A silver moon, fading from the night,
All in God’s glory of the morning.

Soft and silky is the dew,
Glittering on grass and tree.
Heaven’s scent and colors swirl,
Bringing forth blossoms seen.
The delicate and earthly blush of a rose,
The deep velvet sheen of the tulip,
And the glistening amber of ripening fruit,
All in God’s glory of the morning.

Silently, so silently, listen to hear the sounds;
The singing and sighing of the wind,
The rush of the glistening water,
Racing through the rocky bed.
The hum of busy bees,
All in God’s glory of the morning

The sunlight has burst forth
Lighting up the day.
The busyness has began,
The chatter of silly squirrels,
The throaty quiver of songs,
From feathered friends on high.
All in all, the day has begun,
All in God’s glory of the morning.