I met God in the morning when my day was at its best. 
   His glory came like sunshine, like a glory in my breast.
All day long His presence lingered, all day long He stayed with me 
   And we sailed in perfect calmness over a very troubled sea.

Other ships were torn and battered, other ships were sore distressed;
   But, the winds that seemed to drive them, brought me peace and rest.
Then I thought of other mornings with a keen remorse of mind 
   When I too loosed the moorings with this presence left behind.

So I think I've learned the secret, learned through many a troubled way,
   You must meet God in the morning if you want Him through the day.

       - Unknown WWII soldier