The sky is full of broken dark
The morning teems with lay of lark
The bark-clad shaft of winter’s cold
Is waving banners of green-gold
Before the daylight’s deeper hues
Of dusk’s returning for its dues
Since Eden’s
grief the sweat of man
Must fill the sheaf of mortal span
The night for rest, the day for toil
None are exempt from Eden’s
spoil
And yet upon this broken place
None are exempt from mercy’s grace
The Light is greater than the dark
Come; join the lay of lilting lark
For the Creator is not gone
He fills the Darkness with the Dawn
His Hope immortal fills our days
Come; wave the banner of His praise
© Janet Martin
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