As I wake from a dreadful dream
and take a breath and look around
to see what pain this day might bring.
I see
The morning light is seeping in
through curtains where they've always been.
The day is softly welcoming
as feathered little choirs sing.
My Father, God again has shown
that life is not that awful dream.
Life is held in check by His strong will
and earth and sky are breathing still,
and fields and hills will flower 'til
God's perfect final plans fulfill
and beauty reigns supreme.
Good morning friends,
Diane
