Daylight and darkness through my window streams
Waking me when the night shadows lift
Then at evening’s tide lulling me into my dreams
Each new day bringing to me it’s glorius gift.
Will I open this bounty of goodness and grace?
Or fretfully peek into tomorrow’s box of woe?
Unopened gifts that my memories cannot embrace
Only gather dust their contents to never show.
The Father sends His gifts wrapped in the quiet morn
Floating on the fragrace of the dawn’s fragile rose
Mercy and forgiveness share joys that are freely borne
To my hurting heart, the reason only He knows.
It is up to me now to carry to the end of my day
These precious gifts of love that He does bestow
And with His Light to show me the way
I will open the gift of eternity’s rainbow.