A Lesson At Dawn
A lesson there is to learn
each day to help you earn
the hoary cap of the wise
and glow and wax and rise
with a God-fearing attitude,
reach the peak of the altitude.
Refresh your trust in God on waking;
His favors, yours for the raking.
Course through the day in His light
till the day is capped with night.
A flawed heart weighs like stone
and deprives life of quality tone.
Lowering cloud clears with gale,
so the fears that wilt you pale.
Storm hasn't a permanent home;
it bubbles but bursts like foam.
The rising sun does not care
if dark clouds block his glare;
he blasts and glides with pride
along his track with steady stride.
Friction makes movement sure,
so storm, a boring life’s cure.
If faith fails in the face of fear,
your God's small, far from near.
A lesson there is at dawn of day:
ask God for a storm on the way.
© 2017 Celestine Ikwuamaesi
Copyright © Celestine Ikwuamaesi | Year Posted 2017
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