The Secret

I met God in the morning
When the day was at its best.
His presence came like sunrise,
Like a glory within my breast.

All day long His presence lingered,
All day long He stayed with me;
And we sailed in perfect calmness
O'er a very troubled sea.

Other ships were blown and battered,
Other ships were sore distressed;
But the wind that seemed to drive them,
Brought to us a peace and rest.

Then I thought of other mornings
With a keen remorse of mind,
When I too, had loosed the moorings,
With His 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.

[ Ralph S. Cushman -- 'Spiritual Hilltops' -- submitted by: Ron Hanson ]