We Forget Joy Comes In The Morning

Sometimes we forget joy comes in the morning, when darkness will be past,
It’s when we close our eyes; we see dawn break at last,
We want loud processions, parades of glory in the street
Spectacles of reigning wealth, and easy paths beneath our feet.

It deludes us, we don’t see it
Hope is not a shout;
It won’t be a blinding light,
For just one candle gives us sight.

It’s not a demand, just a gentle call,
It is not in grand cathedrals or decorated halls.
It’s not a loud, boisterous bell,
It’s quiet in a prison cell,
Or asleep homeless in the park
It lights the drug infested dark.

It sings where we fear to go; it holds the alcoholics’ hand,
In the gutters where hatred flows; where Man makes war on Man,
The lion of Judah waits in the wing,
The song lives on, through eternal spring

The Love we pray for will be restored
If we open our hearts’ battered door.
It will reconcile our brothers and sisters,
We will find his spirit, in faith's small whisper.

By Earl Presley & Sue Simonson