The beauties of the sunset and the sunrise rise up above the skyline,
releasing into the sky like a great rubber band,
slingshotting color up and over the horizon,
and streaking the sky with bright glory;

The hind of the dawn, the great morning star,
the light of the world, The beloved and blessed of God,
rises up to kiss the sky, the trees, the clouds.
An explosion of God’s love splashes across the heavens,
a reminder of His beauty and His grace.

Praise be to The Father of Lights
who has given us light;

And praise be to The Morning Star,
His Son,
our one-and-only source,
the very radiance of God above;

And praise be to His Spirit, to Heaven’s Wind,
Who gives us wings,
who gives us flight, sent to us from above,
from our Lord.

A new day has dawned, and God’s favor reigns;
the dark hell of this age cannot conquer it,
the law cannot suppress it,
the flesh cannot boast against it,
and sin trembles – defeated.
Christ Jesus The Sunrise from on High hath come,
hath come to show us glory and give us life,
hath come to set us free;

yes, Jesus has risen up, and may He ever be
adored, praised, and worshipped.
May the worthy King of Old be lifted high,
may He ever rise, and may His strength never wane.
Long live the King.