I Met God in the Morning

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by Ralph Cushman

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Then I thought of other mornings,

With a keen remorse of mind,

When I took, had loosed the moorings

With the Presence left behind.

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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.

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(Taken from The Home by John R. Rice - Page 250)