Joy Cometh In The Morning Poem by Tinashe Mupedzapasi

Joy Cometh In The Morning



Behold cometh the morning
Bearing joy on its wings
Assurance hidden in its bossom
That there is hope for the sleeping
Thus you see me rejoicing
Oh, nature too is rejoicing

Behold the smilling sun
Bringing freedom to lives frozen
See the frost hastily evading
See the trees softly weeping
Tears of joy, dew cascading
Down the leaves, slowly flowing
The night and its nightmares are gone
By the morning breeze all the sorrows are blown
On the sands of the heart, new hope is sown
A new life in the veins flowing
See everything rejoicing
Truly joy cometh in the morning

Sunday, November 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Christian
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