When Breaks the Dawn

When breaks the dawn, 

The gorgeous hues,

So breaks the bird into glad song

And so breaks in our attitude

Of glad or sorrow, right or wrong.

See, we of birth of morn profess

How day will go, with more or less

And fall where may our love will choose

Where to focus it’s gaze.

And God decided once for all 

His gaze would loving on us graceful would fall

And He awaits our fervor praise

When each day breaks the dawn.

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