A Day to Rejoice

Here is a new hymn I wrote for the following composition by Kevin Pace:

This is a day to rejoice in gladness.

This is a day to forget all sadness.

This is a day to confess your blessing,

This day the truth will replace guessing.

This is the day you accept the gospel.
This day a new song you'll sing.
For the life of The Son, you will raise your voice.
..This is a day to rejoice.

Wait for the day when, all sins forgiven,
Evil desires from your soul are driven.
Wait for the day when His love enfolds you,
Captures your heart as His hands hold you.

Wait for the day to be washed in glory,
Singing aloud all your praise.
For to know such a day you have ever dreamed.
..Wait for the day you're redeemed.

Dream of the day when the earth rejoices,
Hearing the choirs of angel voices.

Dream of the day He descends in glory

Come to fulfill prophecy's story.

Dream of the day He accepts His Kingdom,

Dream of the song you will sing.

All the wheat gathered in while the tares He burns.

..Dream of the day He returns.

Blessed the day when the lamb and lion
Gambol and play all the day in Zion.
Blessed the day peace and plenty foster
Lives where the meekest of all prosper.

Blessed the day when you rest from labor,
Blessing the world with your song,
Where the children are all taught to love His Word.

..Blessed the day of the Lord.

Fog on the Fringes

by Mark Fotheringham

Rising from darkness, up toward the light,

Why am I ever engaged in this fight?

Why don't I stay where the sun always shines,

Instead of retreating to shadowy climes?

Climbing the mountain, too often I stall.

Flirting with danger, I slip and I fall.

Can't seem to endure celestial heights,

Preferring the valleys and much dimmer lights.

Am I just a fake, am I just a fraud,

Calling on God, then releasing the rod?

Stumbling forward, forgetting to pray,

When left to myself, I will soon lose my way.

Fog on the fringes, obscuring my sight,

Gathers around me to swallow the light.

Turning again and again seeking grace,

I find it here, smiling, from one perfect face.

Leading me back to a more perfect road,

Hope reignites as you lighten my load.  

You hover above me, gently, sublime.

I reach out to touch you, and then start to climb.

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My neighbor Kevin Pace decided this poem could be set to music.  Here is the result:

(last 4 lines are repeated at the end)