“At The Dawn”, worship poem from L.Willows (Blessing, Eternal Hope, God’s glory)

At The Dawn

Hope runs to freedom, skies fill with blue,
valleys and mountains are cast in love’s hue.
The dawn of a new day rises to crest.
Announcing, pronouncing- God’s will be blessed.

Tears run to streams of waters that light-
sparkling, like thousands of angels at night.
Dreams come to fore; they are born in the Day,
washed in the aroma of a Godly bouquet.

Love runs to freedom. Lives fill with You.
Worlds within worlds come tumbling through.
Running to Love, we declare, we attest-
At the dawn, at the Dawn, all will be Blessed.

© 2020 Linda Willows

2 Peter 1:19 —So we have the prophetic word made more sure, to which you do well to pay attention as to a lamp shining in a dark place, until the day dawns and the morning star arises in your hearts.

Isaiah 58:8 —“Then your light will break out like the dawn,
And your recovery will speedily spring forth;
And your righteousness will go before you;
The glory of the Lord will be your rear guard.