Some Mornings

There are some mornings when God picks you up and dances you awake because the sun is shining its gilded warmth into you room for the first time in nearly a week, and outside your window sill a small, fat bluebird doesn't know how to stop making the same music that your very soul is making. This is a morning for face turned to the sun. This is a morning for song. This is a morning for hands in the air, be still my soul, praise the Lord, my Rock, my Savior, my Father-God.

Breathe deeply, for he has given you breath. That is how much he loves you. Feel the cold air about your feet, for he has created you to feel, and praise him, for you are fearfully and wonderfully made. 

Let us worship the Lord!
Worship him with gladness O people of his blessing.
Praise his mighty Name for he is Creator God.
Praise his holy Name for he is Perfect.
Praise his saving Name for he has redeemed the world!
The Lord is our God and he has redeemed us,
pulled us from the depths of heart-darkness
and brought us to the light of his presence.
Let us lift our hands and worship Him, King of Light.
Let us worship the Lord!