In the early hours of morning before the sun begins to rise
When sleep has finally ended and I open up my eyes
I listen to the silence and let the universe inside
All creation is inviting me "come see where angels hide"
In the tender sound of daylight that echoes through the air
The wind is softly whispering that God is everywhere.
I cannot help but listen to the beauty of the trees
That are swaying to the ryhtmn of the softly blowing breeze.
Sweetest tones are coming from the waking birds with care
Their melodies are rising with the dawn who loves to share
The golden beams that reach across the early morning sky
Are reminding me of the Eternal One who created you and I .