How I love these spring mornings! I am lying in snugly in bed with my eyes shut tight; it is probably getting light but I cannot see. It’s about 5.15 as the first bird gives his tiny tweet, followed in song by all his mates, and we have our dawn chorus. Along with the birds I praise God. He is so good. Quite soon this first song dies away to be heard again a little later.
I must be honest. I’m back to sleep by then. 5.15 am is not my rising time. My further praising of God will have to wait until later.