In the quiet of the morning,
Oh, how sweet it is to come
Just to talk a bit with Jesus
Ere the crowding duties come.
Just to kneel there for a moment
With your head upon His breast,
All your problems laid before Him,
Every human need confessed.
Oh, the loving strength that surges
From His heart to yours all day;
Like a bright and shining armour,
Just because you knelt to pray!
Oh, how sweet it is to come
Just to talk a bit with Jesus
Ere the crowding duties come.
Just to kneel there for a moment
With your head upon His breast,
All your problems laid before Him,
Every human need confessed.
Oh, the loving strength that surges
From His heart to yours all day;
Like a bright and shining armour,
Just because you knelt to pray!
~ Alice Hansche Mortenson
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