I rise early to catch
The scent of your passing in the garden
I join the warbling birds
To sing your glorious praises.
Let me spread the dew of my song
In the path of your anointed feet
To take the imprint of your footsteps
And kiss the holy ground.
Let the doors of my eyelids unfold
To capture a glimpse of your dawn
Like bees that seek nectar
I long for my heart’s Lord.
Why is the dawn so long in breaking?
Why do the dark hours drag on?
My eager eyelids ache to behold
The first streaks of your glory.