Early Morning [ by Winston Staples ]

It is early morn, no one is around, off in the distance, I hear a sound, it is the sound of a car horn, in the cold air, it sounds so forlorn. It has snowed all night; the ground is so beautiful and white, and in an hour it will be day light. I am watching the horizon, and waiting for the sun to shine so bright, it will change this darkness into beautiful sunlight. I will raise my hands and with a joyful shout, and thank God for all His creation about!