Across the world from dawn to dusk
The master spread His handAnd all the world burst into life
At His spoken command.
Now every dawn that greets the earth
Recalls the birth of light
That broke the power, forever,
Of the vast, empty night.
Because in each day, no matter how dark or how long, there is a praise to be found. Sometimes our hearts are too weary or too frightened to voice them, but our souls cry out to God... and He is there.
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