Each morn the sun shines from the east
Creating morning’s sunshine feast
You’ll view it coming down the street
Moving as though on turtle feet.
At last arriving at the door
The windows bathed in sun galore
To flood the room with so much bright
That some are blinded by the sight.
Pure yellow midst each sunlight’s glow
And magnified as it will show
The colors spread all through the space
A part of God’s amazing Grace !
Claire V. Bogdanos 