It is a new day when the morning comes.
The old has gone with yester-night.
Today is a new day flipped over from the nighttime
Today is putting one foot through the clouds and crossing over dark
Into the next day, as though turning the pages.
Leave behind the sackcloth. Yesterday is gone. Today is here
Mercies are new each day
Nights don’t last forever
Joy appears in the morning
It could be cloudy in the wee hours
Rejoice! This is a new day the Lord has made.
© Enobong O’wunmi.
(Photo credit: https://unsplash.com/@davealmine)
