In the quiet of the morning, I hear my Lord speak.
A special message for me as I seek.
He whispers His love song in my ear,
a special note for me to hear.
Draw near precious one, draw near!
The cymbals and harps play forth their cords
As the angels stand guard with their mighty swords.
His Presence fills and His Glory surrounds
As His love poured out abounds and abounds!
December 19, 2016