Fair morning was awakened
By a bluebird's trill,
And every note was echoed
By robins on the hill.
Roses nodded their approval
In silent unison
By unfolding their petals
Before the song was done.
The hollyhocks and heather
Bathed in the morning dew
While bashful little violets
Blushed in shades of blue.
Every morning paints a picture
of God's unending love;
Every picture paints a memory
In His gallery above.
- Clay Harrison