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.