“In the morning, Lord, you hear my voice; in the morning I lay my requests before you and wait expectantly.”
Breathing in the morning air.
I lay my requests before you,
Presenting them, lifting them up
To your awaiting ears – confidently, expectantly.
I will wait to hear your voice,
The soft whisper which speaks to my heart.
I am hopeful. I am calm.
My head has been lifted from the pillow,
My words lifted from my mouth,
Rising up like incense, they fall gently on your altar.