Each evening, the sun sets on the day. The day melts away into the past. And I rest…
Death of every moment, as the dark night surrounds, takes hold as the moments let go…
Lent… Advent… Resurrection… rebirth… the dark night of the soul…
For every morning the sun rises from that dark tomb, with rays of joy and hope and warmth, birthing promise of a new day.
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My new day is dawning, that former day has slipped away to death as my love slipped away…
My new day is dawning, for the relentless, gnawing pain has let go at the setting of that old day…
My new day is dawning, the sun is rising, warmth and joy and hope greet me with brilliant rays.
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My God has brought me through that day of storm and loss and death…
My God did not remove me from that day…
My God held me close, and whispered to me, as we walked through that day.
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And as this new day dawns…
I will guard my love, God, and his words and his touch…
I will enter, with my love, the new day that is brightening before me.
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