When the Morning Speaks
When the moon waves goodbye and disappears from sight When the bright and morning star says hello to the light When the night, just before the dawn, has reached its darkest, Like an ocean wave rushing to the shore from afar, it halts by design The night yields to the light because it has been commissioned by its Creator who so ordered the morning to execute His decree.
When the massive sun awakes and begins its ascent in the eastern sky When the night has run its course and applies the petals of its brakes When the light has awaited its turn to break the silence of the night When time can no longer delay its dictates for the entry of sound
And when our blessed sensory organs burst into action Its because the morning has spoken.
031120PoSpCtest, Strand Choice D, Brian Strand, 3P
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