Faith At Daybreak

Faith at Daybreak
By Chris Commodore©2021

First moaning of the graceful mourning dove,
Wakes me to praise my Supreme King above.
To reverence Him above all earthly bliss,
And save my soul from Hell’s eternal kiss.

To thank Him for this enigmatic orb,
That holds the fate of every living grub.
Unsparingly, He sends the cleansing rains
Across the planet’s ever-thirsty plains.

To keep the flora fresh and lush and green,
To bestow blessings, even those unseen.
His bounty feeds my every wish and need.
As that of every seed and creeping weed.

But for his sacred Son, where would I be?
In endless nights, my spirit banned from Thee?
What would I do, but for his hallowed gore,
That cleansed the chaos sowed by sin before.

Throughout each day, He gently shepherds me,
To navigate this raging ominous sea.
It’s baffling how with dogged verve He saves
A drowning soul from this life’s brutal waves.

Man's but a fleeting puff, a passing whiff,
A wayward thing upon an unmoved cliff,
Yet matters most in His kaleidoscope,
Of creatures planet-wide in every scope.

And yet He’s promised man a wondrous place.
No eye has seen, nor I, but by his grace,
Anticipate that promise He’ll fulfill.
Not based on deeds, but sure His divine will.

Almighty God, thank you for life today,
To praise your hallowed name and time to pray;
To preen my soul; to keep my spirit clean.
I wish the same for neighbor and for kin.