I did not meet God in the midnight hour
Nor feel His Presence, O so sweet;
For I had failed to meet Him at the Dawning
And rest in Him complete.
I met God in the morning dew
As it lay fresh upon the grass;
And in His presence had sweet Peace
For it was He whom I sought first, not last.
I found him in the forest glade
And in the meadows alone;
For as I walked with Him through the morning fields
I found Him on His Throne.
His face was a shining glow
That stayed with me all day long;
For in the morning meadows I found God
Who gave me and kept me with His Song.
Now I sing in meadows verdant green
Or in deserts parched and dry;
For I have met God in early morning light
And find that He is my heart’s desire.
~ W.L. (Bill) Winstead