but not without illumination
clouds are dull and grey
but sing anticipation
the sun is on its way
and with it mercies new
to light the morning sky
to saturate it through
to bless the weary eye
whose heart is dull and grey
with hope in vivid light
the sun is on its way
ever softly comes the bright
warming wonder of each ray
heating tendrils, wisps and swirls
brand new pigments on display
myriad grace He now unfurls
dripping from the newborn day
filling eyes and heart with life
hugging near the faraway
and to think these glories rife
tender mercy's own bouquet
breaths ago were dull and dark
but the Sun is on its way
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