Morning's Song

In the quiet of the morning,

As the sun begins to rise,

There’s a special sort of silence,

A praise song in disguise.

The birds commence their singing.

The stars begin to fade.

As twilight slowly sheds its veil

And colors come to play

My mind records a simple song

That only one can hear.

Cannot be sung by human lips

Nor heard by human ear.

It speaks directly to the one

Creator God is He

Who hangs the morning star on high

And causes all to be.

by Cinda Tribble

March 2010