A poem by Ralph Cushman
I met God in the morning
When my day was at its best,
And His presence came like sunshine
Like a glory in 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 winds that seemed to drive them
Brought to me sweet peace and rest.
And I thought of the other mornings
With a keen remorse of mind,
When I, too had loosed the moorings
With the Savior left behind.
I think I know the secret
Learned from many a troubled way,
You must meet God in the morning
If you want Him through the day.
Have a happy and blessed Sunday my friends.Happyone : )
About the blog look. I wasn't happy with this but got tired of playing around with it. After looking at it again this morning, it doesn't seem so bad and I'll probably keep it for a little while.