In the quiet of the morning
When the sky is clear and clouds white
Dawn's soft hush has slipped
Out of the solitude of night
After the last star has fallen
And the East is a rosy glow
Streaked with lavenders and
Touched with indigo
The colors are all blending
There is no defining each
And the sun’s appearing
Like a crimson pinkish peach
There is nothing so moving
The silence so strange
It’s the Lord's most recent wonder
The birth of a new morning on the range
I simply can't fathom
I ponder and wonder why
I was placed within such beauty
In the solitude beneath a color washed sky
He ride before me
As my feet trod earthly sod
I watch Him vanish into the sunrise
And I tip my hat with a respectful nod!