We start another day of work

Early in the morning,

Long before the sun arises,

When the muse won't let us sleep.

It's the sacred poet's hour,

The hour when others must slumber

But we are blest with the best

Of midnight powers.

And if we rise to meet the thing 

That lifts us from our beds,

Then we are blessed to hear the voice

That speaks from heaven's crest,

And then go forth into the world

To share the fruit of Eden's tree,

The tree that comes before and after 

The fall of you and me.

And it's early in the morning

That we hear His voice the best.

In the early morning hours

We enter into rest.