By Lucia K Haase
The ancient rising sun sings glory – glory;
the melody is of Creation’s story,
as fields flare gilded gold in morningtide,
and all of nature praising, vast and wide
seethes warmth in light of God’s way, open-eyed.
The song is one breathed from eternity-
Oh glory glory Jesus… you and me,
for unto Him, from sin we now are free
to grow as every plant and tree in ground.
The seed within shall flourish and abound
as God sings out… ‘The battle has been won!’
Each day becomes more golden, I have found;
the melody rings out each morn begun –
all glory glory to the Savior Son…