Morning

Even in the darkness before the dawn,
We speak of the morning;
Because of our faith that the sun will rise
That something more lies behind the horizon
Even when it’s hidden from our view,
We have faith we’ll change
Like the leaves of fall or the butterfly
That sits on the wall,
We have faith
That we will turn from
Broken to beauty
Empty to whole and full—
Fully alive, it is from death we rise;
Washed clean from waters cleansing
Smiling sunshine descending from Heaven
The dove of the Lord God,
Speaking and echoing through the
Darkness of night,
Bursting through,
To morning we rise.