In the early morning hours
When our home is dark and cold,
I lie nestled in my warm, soft bed
With the covers pulled up round my nose.
You have never been my close friend,
Early morn of deepest dark.
You have never held an ounce of allure,
You have never laid hold of my heart.
But in this new year, my longing to hear
The voice of my savior so sweet,
Means rising from bed in the dark of the morn.
Where our two hearts and two spirits can meet.
Life’s clamor and chaos that fill the day’s light
Gives way to the silence in the darkness of morn,
Where my soul feels the music of two hearts entwined
And the joy of being reborn.
O, early morn, what a friend you’ve become,
A precious time to meet with God’s Son,
And seek out His heavenly wisdom
For the earthly battles that soon will be won.
Your clarion call has gently come forth,
Your loving desire is so clear,
“Come seek me my child, in the early morning hours,
My voice will be sweet in your ears.”
Nelda Johnson
Gifts From Above 