Now the morning is here, calling me to rise, the storm rages outside,
But calm abides within, peace still from dreams awakened.
As I measure glucose and blood pressure and take my meds,
I am reminded that I am, today, all day, because of my
I know you need to leave your past behind, all that baggage, all that sin,
But I feel the river flowing forward from the past to now.
This is the now i am in, the now i was meant to be in, my now.
And I know where it came from and where it is going. That now is gone.
Another now has reappeared, for me, and you.
So I am a morning person. Morning is the time of quiet and reflection and preparation
for the new day, built upon the old day, and starting the new day with morning,
When I rise.
– Small Town Boy