The day begins before sunrise
The atmosphere replete with demise;
The cold scattered about the room
The morning awash with gloom.
The daybreak demands prayer-time
The sky brightens and the sun climbs;
The rays cast shadows over the moon
The morning desires to be rid of gloom.
The birds depart their nest, animals rise,
The air breathes life, the daytime inspires;
The bells hark glory, God is praised
The congregation alight, through Jesus Christ;
The stage, full of darkness and light
The gloom was but a passing fright.