Morning Comes Poem by Mary Wismer

Morning comes and my Beloved
calls to me Saying,
Rise my love, and shine,
for morning comes.
Rise and face another day.

Rise, Beloved, shine among
the Nations Morning comes,
and you must see the sun.
Rise Beloved, let them see
A light shinning in this darkness.

Rise, my love the dawning will not wait.
Will Rise, and bring another day
or Slumber through his Calling?
Rise, Beloved, shine for Morning comes.