The bullfrog’s bellowing has ceased and in the absence, a symphony of birdsong arises. Slowly, gently the sun kisses the horizon and the music of the night is quickly replaced with a morning melody. For these creatures – bellowing frogs and singing birds – their hymns continue day and night for the length of moment they can call their own.
Man, on the other hand, we are an odd lot. Our songs too quickly fade in the midst of the living. We lose the “awe” at the wonders ever before us. Our eyes and ears become dull. Schedules fill and slowly life empties away from us – a lingering dance of burnout and death. Our hearts beg for revival and yet…
Each morning carries the hope of resurrection as the dark of night gives way to the bright of day.
When the quiet hush of the night breeze passes and songbirds awaken a slumbering world.
While the eerie mist hanging in a darkened sky quickly burns away in the warmth of a rising sun.
Joy comes again to hearts that are fading.
May our heart this day be resurrected into the fullness of our Creator.
May our mind experience a new birth of thought and intention.
May our hands and feet find new ways to express a Savior’s love.
May our life today be better than yesterday as His breath becomes our own.
The whole earth is filled with awe at your wonders; where morning dawns,
where evening fades, you call forth songs of joy.