Now I see the morning breaking,
What a sight awaits my eyes,
Opening upon creation,
Seeing all the praise in skies.
Cloudy morning, hot or raining,
Still the light of promise glows,
Calling forth my gifts and caring.
Grace filled world that beauty shows.
Lighting all that's hurt and needful,
Lighting all who sit in pain,
Lighting love that's grown so weary,
Showing love can rise again.
Many mourning, many rising,
Spirit birth on Easter morn,
Meeting on communion morning,
Hosting all that would be born.
