Very early in the morning, before there is much light, the song begins. On different notes, in different keys, with different patterns, each bird lifts its voice, rejoicing in the new day. No two are the same, yet they create a harmonious whole.
How very different is the morning song of man. Horns blaring, radios blasting, coffee spilling on the dashboard, man finds no pleasure in the dawn.
Why is there such a difference? Why does morning cause birds to sing and men to curse? Perhaps the difference lies in the song. For birds sing the song they were created so sing. Man sings the song of his own creation.
Is it possible to find the song the Creator intended for man? Is it possible to sing it again? Is it possible to find joy in the morning? Of has it been lost for too long?
Maybe here is a way to remember, to get it back again:
But I will sing of your strength,
in the morning I will sing of your love;
for you are my fortress,
my refuge in times of trouble. Psalm 59:16 NIV