Morning Light

My soul breaks for the morning~
My heart cries out to thee~
Thou art my God, my fortress
He who cups the raging sea~

Whose hand rustles the willows~
Whose breath has formed the worlds~
Who tears my heart asunder~
As morning light unfurls.

See raging clouds a-rending~
Terrible torrents streaming down;
But thy word a-glints on my splattering tears:
Silver pieces adorn love's crown.

Before God's voice a-thundering~
Beneath the Potter's kind hand, I bow;
The Lord of glory calling me home~
(But lightning strikes, around).

So ancient shadows scatter~

And this weary world, it drifts~
And all my tears a-trembling fall

Into crucified canyon rifts.

O my Jesus, my Saviour, a-coming in the clouds
Rending hearts and Satan's shrouds~
My eyes look up. The Lamb's song o'erspills.
And morning light, it fills.

~sister Abby Elizabeth