Mourning Joy

What joy each morning
To open one's eyes,
Watch fingers of daylight
Colour the skies;
While listening to birds
In glad chorus of song
Announcing the sun
Will be up before long!

Our spirits also
Rejoice in sweet praise
For our Father's wonderful,
Marvelous ways,
And His generous gift
Of another day
To live, to serve,
And walk in His way.

Honoria A. Groves