We start another day of work
Early in the morning, Long before the sun arises, When the muse won't let us sleep. It's the sacred poet's hour, The hour when others must slumber But we are blest with the best Of midnight powers. And if we rise to meet the thing That lifts us from our beds, Then we are blessed to hear the voice That speaks from heaven's crest, And then go forth into the world To share the fruit of Eden's tree, The tree that comes before and after The fall of you and me. And it's early in the morning That we hear His voice the best. In the early morning hours We enter into rest.
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