Morning Joy

Our prayers rise
Night and day: over
Fleshly thorns in
Every way. But
God mends our
Moods, and gives
Us daily foods.
Our Future hopes
Rest beyond the blue,
But pains of life
May sometimes
Accrue. Come
What may, there’s
Another day to
humble and pray.
For God knows our
Every care, and covers
Every sin we bare. He
Alone renews our
Soul’s affairs. So, wait
Till morning comes,
For He who holds
You, holds the Sun.
Darrel Venable