I rise before dawn

         and cry for help;

I hope in Your words.

My eyes are awake

   before the watches

               of the night,

that I may meditate

        on Your promise.

      Psalm 119. 147-148

(Starting the day,

seeping into the moments,

unfolding during the hours,

not just awake,

       but aware of His Presence.

God reveals Himself

    in those quiet moments,

whether the break of day,

     the middle of the night,

     or the midst of the storm.

Am I listening,

or telling Him what to do,

     how to do it,

     when to have it done?

Do I realize

  these immensely sacred moments

or just try to block out

                His Voice?)

O LORD,

We miss out on so much.

We miss out on

                         You.

Be not just prominent

              in our lives,

    or a priority in what we do,

but help us to live

    fully in Your preeminence.

We come before You,

we cry for help,

we hope in You.

And that changes everything.

Everything.