Rising Sun by James O’Brien

Each morning with the rising sun
A new day starts for me,
And with each come some choices with,
Accountability.

And so at the beginning of
Each day I’m blessed to live,
I start with prayerful thanks to God,
For all that he may give.

I pray for help I always need
And pray for those I know,
So that we may be safely blessed,
No matter where we go.

Now at this special time of year
A blessing comes to mind
It is the rising of the Son
But of another kind.

Yes, Jesus is that rising Son
Who sheds his light on all,
That with His resurrection He
Saved us from Adam’s fall.

And yet his death upon the cross
Was requisite you see
So He could rise to bless us all
With life eternally.

It is this Easter time of year,
Reminding, we’re redeemed,
So we may live again with Him;
A blessing so supreme.