Here in the Morning...

Here in this morning’s quiet hour

Where rain consoles the budded limb

And sings across spring’s verdant bower

I lift my song in praise to Him

Here in the morning’s hallowed hush

Before the daybreak takes command

And duty hands to me its brush

I reach to touch the Master’s hand

Here in the morning’s muted mist

I cannot see what will unfold

Before this little day is kissed

And tucked into Time’s ether hold

Here in the morning’s silver-blue

Where pitter-patter anthems weep

I breathe a tender prayer for you

And pray the Lord your way to keep

© Janet Martin

...often I pray the Lord to bless those who pause on this porch today. J~