As daylight breaks,
The Sun gently makes its way across the room.
A brightness calling out,
But without sound,
That which is truly out of sight.

A beacon as it beckons,
Come closer,
Look to see.
Rising up and drawing near,
A clearer view awaits.

Darker shades turn to blue,
Then lighter still,
Altogether moving up,
Orange, yellow, gold,
So bold, so pure, so true.

It echoes all around,
A promise made as well as kept,
From One heart to another,
Meet me here, meet me there,
No matter what, you can meet me anywhere.

Give thanks to the Lord for he is good, his love is everlasting. – Psalm 118:1