HAND OF THE DAWN
BY: Tyararr J. Jones
O Lord, take my hand and lead me on your glorious way,
My lips are silent, my heart cries out, stumbling on what to say.
Time beckons me daily, for its hands I cannot see,
Bind my heart and mind to the blessed hope of eternity.
Morning quickly changes to night, another day is swiftly at hand,
Help me to know your way like following Your footprints in the still sand.
O the Hand of the Dawn, O the Keeper of my way,
Quiet the rumblings of my thoughts, grant me peace that I may not sway.
Grant me strength in the moment, shield me from false promises of sin,
Knight me with a fierce passion for your glory, refresh me from within.
O God, may the fruit of our fellowship and my response to your constant voice,
Lead me to be the Godly man that applies your wisdom to daily choice.
O Hand of the Dawn, O the Keeper of my way,
As the battle rages from within and without, I wil ponder on you as my stay.
Onward on this journey, many hills and valleys I shall endure,
Fill my cup with Your truth, satisfy my taste on that which is pure.
May my feet move swiftly on the path covered with discernment and grace,
My eyes fixed securely on the joy of the day of finally seeing your face.
O Hand of the Dawn, O the Keeper of my way,
I stand here as yours, secure in your embrace; I shall press on till the final day.
