Morning Vigil In the early hours of morning When the dew is on the grass And the earth, expectant, silent, Waits for dawning time to pass, Here I walk my garden pathways Where the fragrant flowers disclose Secrets of inspiring beauty, Thoughts from mignonette and rose. Oh, the lovely things they tell me, Silent but true and clear, And my egar inner spirit Is responsive as I hear Messages of God's sure bounty, His provision for each need Of the soul and body hunger... Joy flows through me as I heed. Oh, my garden is God speaking; From this tryst I go forth free To the duties that are calling, To the work he has for me. When the tasks seem long and dreary And my spirit is hard-pressed, I relive the morning vigil; And remembering, I am blest. by Della Adams Leitner from Ideals
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