When I wake at dawn, or soon thereafter
My thought, with reflection, is one of surprise
That I have been given at least one chance more
To tell the whole world of the best news I know
Spreading the name of Jesus from here to Hell.
Beauty, so tempting, so far beyond reach
Unheeding, unhindered: once more to the breach.
This love knows no fetter of reason or sense,
It blunders unthinking in its destruction of men.
Yet...I am a dour old contender, unwieldy and unwise
Like a mouldering old phoenix from the ashes I will rise.