My Hymn

As early dawn, slow breaking o’er the beach, Paints the pale blue background of the sky In watercolor streaks of rose and peach, A feast God spreads for those with sleepy eye Who needs must rise to start their chores Before the rooster crows his bright alarm, We two will rise and open wide the doors And start our day with beauty, arm in arm. Although the weather all too soon can change And bring us thunderclouds of black and gray Or if far and wide our difficulties range And for surcease of problems we would pray, That precious gift we find so like a hymn Sustains and keeps us going through the day. We keep our hearts and minds attuned to Him Our true direction and our sacred way.