It’s morning; the break of dawn;
eraser of all the past’s mistakes;
time for all of life to move on;
as, once again, a new dawn breaks.
Pry fingers off, all remnants of past;
we weren’t meant to always hold on;
sadness nor mistakes; not meant to last;
that’s why all past must be gone.
Why need all become history’s erasure?
There’s much past we’ll never forget.
The Master separates evil from pleasure;
and the new world to come He’ll beget.
Sleep is the death of past expectations;
forgetting all about yesterday’s song;
death is the sleep, allowing new creations;
riding the wave of new life along.
It’s so difficult for the flower to grow;
thinking of yesterday’s scorching heat;
it’s vitally important for all to know;
it’s living water that makes flowers complete.
All evil and troubles will soon decay;
as all of life, takes it’s last breath;
for this is creation; it is His way;
for the compost of all life is death.
Today is the day; promise and love meet.
death and decay is spread on the Garden;
growth of new life, signal death’s defeat;
while mankind has been given it’s pardon.