Another Sunrise

Another sunrise, missed without my thought,
scarlet colours framing my neglect,
apathy rising above the beauty sought,
hope of a new day, I leave unchecked.

The light of promise, buried in my dread,
my expectations blind the gift God gives,
not comprehending His creative spread,
in the past; is where my broken thought lives.

Another sunrise, a long time ago,
saw a large stone moved from its resting place,
life risen, so the new dawn I can know,
the scarlet colours of my sin erase.

The light of promise, now guides my days,
learning to appreciate what each may bring,
the wonder of His grace fills my praise,
Another sunrise, when of His love I sing!