I met God in the morning,
When my day was at it's best,
And his presence came like sunrise,
Like a glory in my breast.

All day long the presence lingered;
All day long he stayed with me;
And we sailed in perfect calmness
O'er 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 us a peace and rest.

Then I though 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.

Ross H Pelman