Early In the Morning

The bitter breeze was cold under the dark night sky, while wet snow melted on my face and hands. I briskly ran into it across the road from our overflow parking lot. Then, the walk up the driveway to our new campus began.

I looked up at the building, with fiery orange lit windows. It was inviting me in. Yet, I had to stop walking and recognize the quiet stillness of leaves and gentle breeze that were reminding me that the songs were not yet rising.

Or were they?

Our third song for the day was going to be the old hymn, “Holy, Holy, Holy.” The song says, “Early in the morning, our song shall rise to Thee.”

“Early in the morning, our song shall rise to Thee.”

There may have been just two of us there at the time. Our task may have simply been to unlock the doors, turn the lights on, and start setting up the sound system.

But even those small moments were songs of anticipation beginning to rise.

The congregation was still scattered throughout the city, most of whom were either still sleeping or beginning to stir. But even in their resting, songs of surrender were rising. In their waking, songs of hope were rising.

And soon, our songs would join together to rise as one overflowing chorus of worship to the Creator that had given us rest, graced us with breath, and brought us to rise in song together.

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