
Spring forth oh glorious morn
Now touch the light of day
Speak of cool rising mists
Of soft golden light
And quiet hush of dawn
Nature’s yawn
Soft indrawn breath
Upon night’s slow release
Of muted chirps
And curious inspections
At the rising of earth’s inhabitants
Stretch, turn, and wing aloft
Lifting, calling, gently reminding
Speak peace and hope and life
Spring forth in promise
Of God’s power and eternal love
Charlotte-Anne Allen








