Early in the Morning

We start another day of workEarly in the morning,Long before the sun arises,When the muse won't let us sleep.It's the sacred poet's hour,The hour when others must slumberBut we are blest with the bestOf midnight powers.And if we rise to meet the thing That lifts us from our beds,Then we are blessed to hear the voiceThat speaks from heaven's crest,And then go forth into the worldTo share the fruit of Eden's tree,The tree that comes before and after The fall of you and me.And it's early in the morningThat we hear His voice the best.In the early morning hoursWe enter into rest.