The earliest hours are calling for me to wake up from my sleep
Though the sun has not yet wakened and nightly creatures creep
I'm listening to the silent singing of the stars up in the sky
They sparkle through the bitter darkness to warm up you and I
In the stillness of the morning before the sun begins to rise
I keep a vigil with those beings who are invisible to our eyes.
Sweetly speaking out their greetings, angels hover here and there
And when were frightened or uncertain they show up everywhere.
I love the early hours of morning when all is calm and still
For when all is silent and un-noisy the Eternal speaks His will
Whispering through the virgin hours, untouched by human kind
The Provider of the universe is always illuminating my mind.