O, What a Time of Morning

The sun touches the mountain peaks. O, what a time of morning ! Beauty is here for one who seeks, here within God's adorning. All awakes from the cold dark night as the fog lifts from the scene. The sun is raising mornings' light as all here looks so serene. Once again, I write at the wall, this place where wonders abound. Here, it is the things of God call, now, with no one else around. Within natures' sanctuary, it gets no better than this. Of distractions, I am wary. so much I don't want to miss. How constant and steady, our God as sun's light bids all to rise. Time not spent with Him would be odd; our Creator, True and Wise.