Oh, how I enjoy being gently wakened by a soft breeze and a sound river of birdsong just as the sun is rising! Our Creator knit us together in our mothers' wombs and He knows us better than we know ourselves. He delights in bringing this treat of peace and pleasure for our senses before us each morning. How superior is this to the "alarm"! How grateful I am to be safe and secure from all alarms as I am leaning on the everlasting arms!
Accompanying image: Song Thrush, John Gould, Birds of Great Britain (1862-73).