Morning Has Broken!

I love mornings.
A few weeks ago, I started getting up at what most people would call "ridiculously early." I have to admit that even for me, early bird that I am, 4:30 seemed very, very early.
This all started because I started walking in the mornings and I found that after a certin time it was just too hot for me to enjoy walking.
My solution: 1) Wake up as early as possible 2) do a few things around the house, 3) wake up walking companion(s) 4) wait for walking companion(s) 5) go for a walk.
After doing such for a few days I thought "Perhaps I should do something more productive with my time while I'm waiting for the companions". Then I remembered when Jesus told his disciples "Rise and pray, lest you enter into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak." Luke 22:46
I meditated on biblical prayer for a bit and decided that a garden would be the perfect place to pray. Unfortionately, the closest thing to a garden that I have is a deck with a few potted plants. Oh well, close enough.
It still seems strange to get up, go outside and admire the stars and moon. But I think I'm beginning to grasp what the songwriter was referring to when he wrote the song Morning Has Broken. There's somehthing about getting up before dawn and watching morning break, I'm not sure exactly how to discribe it. As I sit there, I hear a single bird call out in the distance. Then I hear another. Then another. Soon, their music fills my ears as I watch the sky lighten up in anticipation of sunrise.
Heavenly. That's what mornings are to me.

Since I've been quoting "Morning Has Broken", I decided to post the lyrics as well here.
Enjoy!

"Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the world

Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day"