In the Quiet of the Morning

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!

     ~ Alice Hansche Mortenson