A Summer Creed

At Break Of Day
Glenna Roach

As I step from my door at break of day,
I hear the brook as it sings on its way
Over mossy stones to a larger stream;
Like a restless youth in search of his dream.

I can almost hear life coming back to earth,
As tulip and crocus begin to give birth
To tender buds that soon will show
Colors as bright as a summer rainbow.

I see the trees so tall and bare,
Soon the robins will be nesting there.
I hear the cardinal's beautiful song
That I fed and cared for all winter long.

I feel the breeze come rustling by,
And as I gaze into the azure sky
It seems my Savior speaks to me
And my thoughts turn back to Calvary,

To His nail-scarred hands and spear-torn side.
And yet on this earth vice and sin abide,
War and greed, turmoil and strife,
To conquer the better things of life.

But all that seems so far away
As I stand close to nature at break of day,
But I know that God is over all
And he watches even the sparrow's fall,

And I know He will keep me and mine
As long as we trust in Him divine,
And He will turn no one away
Who tries to walk with Him each day.

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