whose words could bid the sun to rise
or set? outside its time
to give of its own warmth and life;
a slowly burning bright.
yet painful does the morning wake
ahead of dawn’s first light;
a tender care is needed for
the un-rest in the night.
toss and turn, the body makes
the sleeping hard to find.
but better mornings do await
those trusting in His might.
lead out the sun in Your own time,
in wisdom You appoint
the time for daybreak will arrive –
together, we’ll rejoice.
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