With Each Morning
With each morning, we awaken.
Horrors of our yesterdays ought to be forsaken.
We must move on and remain unshaken.
Dreams for a new future let’s start making.
I think of the flood that came in Noah’s time.
Centuries ago, God cleansed the world of sin’s grime.
The Ark landed in a new place and likely a new clime.
A rainbow appeared for a new day breaking.
Imagine how they felt when that rainbow they did see.
As it shone with beauty, hopelessness was meant to flee.
God made this happen back then, so I can foresee
a day of joy when God’s people no longer are aching.
*"Reflections of pink, and gold on heaven’s floor,
a hint of memories that came millenniums before,
and the radiance of God’s glory, eyeing from behind the shore,
is a new dawn, for our taking."
*(last verse by Martin Braun)
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2023
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