The Wings Of Dawn Poem by john (called jack) wren

Like a troubled sea
That cannot rest,
We search for His glory
Hoping to be blest.

Salvation, is not just a word
That passes a lip,
It is alive and heard
Not dead or just a quip.

It comes with repentance
On the wings of the dawn,
Bought with His blood
On that cross so forlorn.

Salvation and repentance
Go hand in hand,
Delivered at Calvary
At the Lord's command.

Seek refuge under His wing
Let Him be your guide,
Our Holy Lamb, King of King's,
Risen, Ascended, Glorified.