In the Morning...by Ralph Cushman
I met God in the morning,
When my day was at its best.
His presence came like sunrise,
Like a glory in my breast.
All day long the Presence lingered,
All day long He stayed with me.
We sailed on with perfect calmness,
O’re an often troubled sea.
Other ships were blown and battered,
Other ships were sore distressed,
But the winds 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.
I now 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.
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Reflection Stories Note: This poem was found by Beverley in her mother's Bible after her passing.
Mom Leisy lived this poem's theme...each morning she sought God's direction for the new day.
We miss you Mother...but where you now abide...there is no sunset...mornings are eternal!
