My Lord is here beside me still;
I hear him in the morning trill
of songbird love and cadenced calls,
the hummingbird clicks musical, sounds my heart fills.
I love the morning hours when
I hear the cardinal, the wren,
and know God’s looking in my eyes,
“Good morning, you’re my treasured prize.” I say, “Amen.”
The cool and quiet hours of morn
remind me that I’m now reborn.
I have His heart inside of mine
from where inside His light will shine, God’s love adorned.
In the midst of serenade
‘tween morning sunrise and last shade
the praise of robin’s whistle lifts
my heart to heaven’s cherished gifts; God’s grace I prayed
Today my troubles melt away
while melodies and hymns display
the love of God’s sweet tenderness
His mercy and his graciousness; feather bouquet.