Meet The Day

I shall flee to the hills
in the days of darkness and gloom,
when shadows creep to devour,
and trees cease to bloom,
a voice not loud or proud
but bathed in rainbow hues
will quietly whisper His name,
and join with many as one
in the heaven-heard refrain.

Be still, oh restless soul,
emerge into dawn
and met the day-
complete and whole.