I Met God in the Morning

I met God in the morning

When my day was at its best

And His presence came like sunrise

Like a glory to my breast.

All day long His presence lingered
All day long He stayed with me

And we sailed with 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.

But I thought of other mornings,

With a keen remorse of mind,

When I too had loosed the moorings,

With the Presence left behind.

So I think I know the secret

Learned from many a troubled way:

You must seek Him in the morning

If you want Him through the day.
--Ralph Cushman

(Pic. by Helen Brown)