The morning sun glows bright today
reflecting from street windows
the day moon looks upon the scene
dew rising from the meadows
with grateful heart and hopeful mind
I'm glad for this new morn
I hear the doves on trees below
a new day has been born
I watch the orange gold of day
in contrast to blue night
and wonder if God might forget
in simple oversight
to turn on lamps from distant space
to make our paths here bright
like you and I so often fail
to do what's good and right.
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