walking into the night

walking into the night

on slim rays of first light

Hope knitted hand-in-hand

with new mercies

smile upon this weary land

if i could

with flaming wings

of adoring angels

join the daily dance

of new mercies

taking the hand

of the broken and bruised

i would join

…in the goodness of God

…in this beautiful ballet each morning

…in the simplicity of a new day

welcoming the weary with Hope