“Be exalted, O God, above the heavens!
Let your glory be over all the earth!..
My heart is steadfast, O God,
my heart is steadfast!
I will sing and make melody!
Awake, my glory!
Awake, O harp and lyre!
I will awake the dawn!
I will give thanks to you, O Lord, among the peoples;
I will sing praises to you among the nations.
For your steadfast love is great to the heavens,
your faithfulness to the clouds.
Be exalted, O God, above the heavens!
Let your glory be over all the earth!” Psalm 57:5,7-11
Birdsong fills the cool air with happy staccato, chirps and trills punctuated by an occasional caw, morning praises all. The sun still lies hidden but casts its fire upward, igniting scattered clouds, shouting glory at the dawn. Awake! Awake all creation to exalt the Creator! Awake, sing, shine!

The start of each day is a fresh palette for rejoicing. Only God knows what the hours will hold, what we know is that He is faithful and loves steadfastly. Lift the mind to thoughts above where Christ is seated and calm and troubles cannot molest! Raise heart to the heavens where the sovereign Savior dwells! Tune the voice for higher praise! (Colossians 3:1-2)
Oh, how easy as earth dwellers to hum the dirge and sigh away our moments. To brood on undersides and wallow in shadows of resentment, regret, self-pity, despair. Has the drone become complaint, the heart’s hope banal, the life lens discontent? Awake, my soul! Look up and hope! Your God reigns in goodness and power! He resides in the heavens and rules the nations!
From what need I awake and sing?
“Awake, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise,
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
Thy precious time misspent, redeem,
Each present day thy last esteem,
Improve thy talent with due care;
For the great day thyself prepare.
By influence of the Light divine
Let thy own light to others shine.
Reflect all Heaven’s propitious ways
In ardent love, and cheerful praise.
In conversation be sincere;
Keep conscience as the noontide clear;
Think how all seeing God thy ways
And all thy secret thoughts surveys.
Wake, lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part,
Who all night long unwearied sing
High praise to the eternal King.
Heav’n is, dear Lord, where’er Thou art,
O never then from me depart;
For to my soul ’tis hell to be
But for one moment void of Thee.
Lord, I my vows to Thee renew;
Disperse my sins as morning dew.
Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with Thyself my spirit fill.
Direct, control, suggest, this day,
All I design, or do, or say,
That all my powers, with all their might,
In Thy sole glory may unite.
I would not wake nor rise again
And Heav’n itself I would disdain,
Wert Thou not there to be enjoyed,
And I in hymns to be employed.
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heav’nly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.” ~Thomas Ken (1695)
Lord, may I daily greet You in Your dawn with rejoicing, thanksgiving, determination, and praise.









