Morning melodies

In the early hours, when silence reigns, I find You here, where peace remains. As dawn breaks softly, my heart takes flight, Just as Jesus rose to commune with His Abba, I will also sing a sweet song to You, my Adonai.... Oh, Abba, in this sacred space, I wish for a violin to express my grace. Yet You've gifted me a voice so sweet, A songbird's melody, a love complete. “Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For Your love is better than wine.” In this moment, my soul doth shout, Your presence, Lord, is all I pine. With every note that fills the air, I sing of love, of grace, of care. In the quiet morn, my heart lays bare, To You, my Abba, I lift this prayer.