Have you ever woke up early,
before the sun began to rise?
When dawn's first glimpse of twi-light
would slowly open eyes?
When the rooster still is sleeping;
and the people, most in bed;
one of God's smallest creatures;
are the ones who turn your head.
Like a symphony in motion,
they play their many songs.
and every one is different;
to each one it belongs.
They praise the Lord for morning;
one more eve has passed away;
being thankful, Lord, it's morning;
and another brand new day.
Each bird has its whistle
and each one has his song.
They sing God's praises early,
and they sing them all day long.
Amen
Dave Wallace by the Spirit
1988