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 thingÂ
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 afterÂ
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.
