Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!
Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee.
Reginald Heber, 1826
I have an hour commute to work every morning. I use that time to pray. And most mornings I sing all four verses of Holy, Holy, Holy.
I imagine a throne room (it looks a bit like the Lincoln Memorial in Washington DC). I see two thrones–the Father’s and the Son’s at the right hand of the Father. The Holy Spirit travels around them, fireworks on a breeze. I’m surrounded by the saints and angels. My song rises to God.
What is your morning song?
