Misty morning sunlight, glistening on blankets of fresh spring blooms, lifts my thoughts to the Maker of dainty flowers. My heart sings words of praise from a precious old hymn:
“Early in the morning, my song shall rise to Thee!”
And I remember words David wrote thousands of years ago. Words which to this day still catch my heart — for I remember well, even though thirty years have passed, my pit of destruction. I remember my miry bog. I remember the day He pulled me from that dark pit and set my feet upon the rock. I’m still humbled and honored. And I still tear up at this amazing thought — because of God’s wondrous mercy I can gladly proclaim:
You drew me up from the pit of destruction,
out of the miry bog,
and set my feet upon a rock,
making my steps secure.
You put a new song in my mouth,
a song of praise to our God.
You have multiplied, O Lord my God,
your wondrous deeds and your thoughts toward us;
none can compare with you!
I will proclaim and tell of them,
yet they are more than can be told.
Psalm 40: 2, 3, 5
O Lord, You have put a new song, a song of praise, in my mouth. There is no one like You. From first light ’til last, none compares. Early in the morning, my song shall rise to You!