Meeting God in the Morning or...Running from Him

I Met God

by Ralph Cushman

I met God in the morning,

when my day was at its best.

And His Presence came like glory,

a sunrise 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 us such peace and rest.

Then I thought of other mornings,

With a keen remorse of mind.

When I too had loosed the moorings,

with the Savior left behind.  

So I think I know the secret,

learned from many a troubled way…

You must seek God in the morning,

if you want Him in the day