Out of dark, light grows, creeps softly into day,
And springs like joy into sight.
It bears not watching but will grow nonetheless.
It comes – dawn – it will not shrink.
Commanded to be, it is
And will be until commanded to cease.
Life will not cease.
It is the seed of God’s own word,
The never-ending promise, like the rainbow –
God’s word sworn by his own self; it grows.
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