In the Beauties of Holiness; From the Womb of the Morning (Ps. 110:3)

Sunrise glistens on sleepy dewdrops

Suspended on spidery webs

Birds awaken to sing a new song

Chasing away the dark night

In the beauties of holiness

Life’s at it’s best

And from the womb of the morning

God’s children are blessed.

As starlight fades, the moon scurries on

Leaving behind the feathery dawn

Roses bloom gently among the sweet baby’s breath

Lifting their face to the sun

In the beauties of holiness

The Light shines so true

From the womb of the morning

God’s mercies are new

Daybreak burst forth in rapturous glee

Emblazoned by glorious hues

Clouds race across the steel-blue sky

Dancing to the music of God

In the beauties of holiness

Hearts are reborn

From the womb of the morning

God’s love carries on.

So with each ray of the sun

That pierces the shadowy night

I gratefully receive from the womb of the morning

The beauties of holiness in my LORD and SAVIOR JESUS CHRIST!