Sunrises are like a clean state. They always remind me of God’s Glory. I am in awe of the beauty that God shares with us daily. No matter what rough times come upon us, there is always a new day — a new start.
Psalm 30:5 says, “For his anger lasts only a moment, but his favor lasts a lifetime; weeping may stay for the night, but rejoicing comes in the morning.”
Lamentations 3:22-23 says, “His compassions never fail. They are new every morning.”
The Magic of Morning by Bud Morris
He may paint the morning purple
to display His majesty,
He can tinge it with a glory
that the dullest of eye can see.
He reflects it from the mountains
that were sculpted by His hand,
and it guilds the plains and prairies
as it spreads across the land.
He may emphasize its beauty
with a silver-misted shroud,
Or conceal its flaming splendor
in a somber cloak of cloud–
But the slightest hint of morning
breaking through the longest night
Fills the darkness with the prospect
of a future that is bright;
And the sunshine of its promise
coaxes flowers from the sod,
For the magic of the morning
bears the signature of God.