I Met God in the Morning
by Ralph Cushman
I met God in the morning
When the day was at its best,
And His presence came like glory
Of the sunrise 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 thought of other mornings,
With a keen remorse of mind,
When I took, had loosed the moorings
With the Presence left behind.
And I think I know the secret,
Learned from many a troubled way:
You must seek God in the morning
If you want Him through the day.
(Taken from The Home by John R. Rice - Page 250)