Behold the morning brings the message:
Jesus paid the total price.
And again at close of evening,
It is written in the sky.
Day to day with joy resounding,
Grace and mercy new supplied;
In the face of sin abounding,
All its power at once denied.
Where the heavy heart and weary,
Shadowed by the awful curse,
Suffers pain and tumult daily,
Having life with God now lost,
There the sunrise, at day’s birthing,
Spreads the scarlet of His blood,
And that same bold crimson bloodstain
Rules the sky at set of sun.
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The Happy Wordcrafter 
Very, very nice. Very nice.
Thank you. I’m so glad it blessed you.
This could be set to music!
I hadn’t thought about that, although I actually wrote it several years ago. But I might sit down at the keyboard one day and see about that.
Very nice indeed!
Thank you, Dennis. I actually wrote this years ago, but when I walked out my front door and experienced this dramatic sunrise this week, it came back to me immediately.
A song in the waiting with choral background…
You and Gilly have given me another job to do now. Thanks for reading, Gerry.
Always.