Mornings Glory

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MORNINGS GLORY

See the morning glorys
Opening to greet the morning sun that tarries
They look like trumpets ready to blow
As I imagine their shapes foreshadow

They ready themselves with the morning light
Waking from their slumber through the night
Their silent greeting seems so loud
Are they preparing to greet His coming in the
clouds?

For the shroud of night has slipped away
To make ready for the light of day
And what of the day of my Saviours return
Will there be many who for it truly yearn?

As surely as His blood was shed
For those sinners who turn, He died in their stead
He will return when the trumpet sounds
Will we be ready to leave this ground?

The trumpet shape of the flower
To me is a reminder of the power
Found in His precious blood shed
That brought me back from the dead

And that His is soon returning
So may His spirit continue in us burning
Yearning to lead souls to His saving grace
Giving us strength to run the race.

So when that final trump shall sound
To Him we will all gather round
And journey to our home up above
That was purchased for us by His sweet love

Jeannine Faith