As I gaze upon the sunrise,
God’s promise, renewed each morning!
These gorgeous, multi-hued skies
lost to souls weary and scorning.
Each sunrise daily shows Your Glory!
This wonder renewed, viewed by all eyes,
unappreciated by the lost and forlorn.
Few thank You for this glorious prize.
But fewer men, your finest creation,
praise You daily; your gift of salvation
unknown to these unsaved nations
who daily rise, their unwelcome yoke
hot as flame, heavy with despair.
Unaware that Jesus, in agony, broke
Satan’s hold as Lord of the Air.
Few now seek you in prayer.
Hearts, black with hate, do not care,
rejecting gifts You renew and repair.
We trash your creation, living for cash,
hoping that riches will heal the ache.
Billions of lost, angry, unsaved souls
do not understand what can create
a renewed life, a spirit fully whole.
Belief in Your sacrifice will make
a Son Rise that all can appreciate.
The Good News of the Gospel transcends time. May you be renewed and rest in Jesus (Yeshua) finished work on the Cross.