The light is bursting at the seams of the curtains,
am I ready to let it in.
The night was warm but yet the morn is
 waiting to fade the dim.
It may be early, it might be late.
But the night will have to wait.
The morning is here, the darkness and fear
Have fled for another day.
May the Prince of Peace be near to me
- For with Him all times are best.
His light is bursting at the seams,
This hour, and all the rest .

- By Lakechia Jeanne ©