Early I wake and slip out through the door
Morning? Not yet, but the stillness before
Birdsong? Not quite, just a whisper, no more
A rendezvous planned on a high mountain peak
Time set apart, my Father to seek
Before the day’s work I hear His voice speak
I open my hands and receive for that day
All things abundant for giving away
The love of the Father in me on display
To heal the leper, give sight to the blind
To speak to the injured, words that are kind
My time with my Father each day I must find
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