As darkness lifts, let dawn begin
on earth below.
On rolling hills mist settles in;
the fog hangs low.
The landscape still in silhouette
has not full blaze of day yet met,
so till the sun completes her glow,
the fog hangs low.

I feel the pulse of life within
this first light show,
and as more brilliance gathers in,
I feel it grow.
As muted pastels disappear
and fog banks slowly start to clear,
I pray this day on me bestow
God's light aglow.