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. 


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