Joy Comes in The Morning

Glory is on the horizon; it swims beyond the shore.
Can't you see its brightness shining forevermore?
Billowing waves of laughter take hold as joy unfolds;
Never to leave or forsake us, it manifests so bold.

The ground will shake and sputter; the waves will rise and fall.
Just keep your eyes on Jesus and you will see it all.
The Lord comes as a mighty wind and fear shall not prevail.
He takes the tares and casts them down into the pits of hell.

The Lord goes as a gentle breeze that whispers in the night.
He kisses on the virgin's cheek and darkness turns to light.
Oh, can't you see the blossoms that bloom upon the sea?
They shout the name of Jesus and gaze upon the tree.

The tree of life is naked so that all mankind will see,
And know that they are sons of God delivered and set free.
Rejoice, oh mighty men of war, the battle has been won.
So bow down in your place of rest and give glory to the son.

He is the mighty prince of peace; His glory shall prevail.
Just give Him praise and He shall lead you way beyond the veil.
Oh, glory to His holy name, for He has set us free,
And we have learned to just become what we were born to be.

Say hallelujah to His name; the holy one has come,
And we shall be the second coming of His holy son.
So march upon the waters for fear cannot persist.
It has no power now because the virgin's cheek's been kissed.

And no part darkness shall appear in the twinkling of an eye.
So give Him glory all ye sons for we shall never die.
His word is just and faithful which brings us to the truth.
As we enter in the garden; the refuge of our youth.

Joy comes in the morning so make worship to the king.
For He is worthy to be praised by every living thing.

Poem inspired by the Holy Spirit
Judith Anne Revalee Alexander

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