Poem November 15, 1941 Issue

Morning

ANITA ST. JOHN KELLY

The morning breaks: from mistiness of thought
I will look up and see what God hath wrought.
Free from all anxious cares of yesterday,
God's day is mine—I follow in His way,
To comfort, bless, and heal as Jesus taught.

This morning light with peace divine is fraught,
With trust and courage, for I know that nought
Can change the ordered progress of His day.
The morning breaks!

Bright gleams of immortality are caught,
Replacing mortal fears that dimmed my thought.
Father, in loving service let me pray,
Reflecting Thee, rejoicing in Thy way:
O Love divine, what joy Thy day has brought;
The morning breaks!