I met God in the morning
When the day was at it's best;
And His presence came like sunrise,
Placing Glory in my Breast.
All day long, the Presence lingered;
All day long, He stayed with me;
And we sailed in perfect calmness
Over a very troubled sea.
Other ships were blown and battered,
Other ships were sore distressed.
But the winds that seemed to drive them
Brought to me a peace and rest.
Then, I thought of other mornings,
With a keen remorse of mind,
When I too had loosed the moorings
With the Presence left behind.
So, I think I know the secret,
Learned from many a troubled way:
You must seek Him in the morning
If you want Him through the day.
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