Morning Songs-N
Masters of the sacredness of silence
O, morning, speak to me gently, silently, softly
Resurrect and relegate me to what lies ahead
Nothing stills me more than the early mornings
I pray, praise, read, and I am at ease and poise
"Now" is the secret weapon created by the mornings
Gifts of peace, protective shields provided to face the day
Sacred morning songs speak to me, saying, "Let there be light"
Oases of melodies in the quiet zone are heard by the inner ears
Nutrition-like qualities abound that build strong lives
God made the mornings for quiet experiences and meditation,
Separating the light from darkness and filtering our lives
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