On the wings of the morning my love comes to me,
And the smile on her face is a wonder to see.
A mug of hot coffee she bears in her hand,
And it’s brewed to perfection --- not strong and not bland.
Muffled sounds of civilization are heard,
And out of a bush floats the song of a bird.
The Sun is awake from its long evening slumber,
Sweeping stars from the carpet of night beyond number.
My mind is at peace, and the dawn seems to say:
"May my breeze bring to you yet another fine day!"
And I think to myself, in my reverie there
I can hear my God’s voice in the sweet morning air.
"Be courageous, my son, do for Me what is right,
And I promise a new dawn will follow each night."