I met God in the morning,
when the day was at it's best,
and His presence came like sunrise,
like a glory filed my breast.
All day long the presence lingered,
all day long He stayed with me,
and we sailed in perfect calmness
over many a troubled sea.
Other ships were torn and battered,
other ships were sore distressed,
but the winds that seamed to drive them
bought to me a peace and rest.
Than I thought of other mornings,
with a keen remorse of mind,
when I, to, had left the mornings
with the presence left behind.
So 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.
