Not too long ago a book appeared on the market called "The Secret." The fact that it pretended to offer people a formula to finding a successful life helped propel it to the best seller lists. But recently I came across another "Secret" that has a much more lasting - indeed, a much greater impact than any book of the same title. It is a poem written by Ralph Spaulding Cushman (1879-1960) and it is simply titled "The Secret." As you read it, see if you can discover what Cushman had learned to be true.
I met God in the morning,
When the day was at its best,
And His presence came like sunrise,
Like a glory in my breast.
All day long the presence lingered,
All day long He stayed with me,
And we sailed in perfect calmness
O’er a very troubled sea.
Other ships were blown and battered.
Other ships were sore distressed.
But the winds that seemed to drive them,
When the day was at its best,
And His presence came like sunrise,
Like a glory in my breast.
All day long the presence lingered,
All day long He stayed with me,
And we sailed in perfect calmness
O’er a very troubled sea.
Other ships were blown and battered.
Other ships were sore distressed.
But the winds that seemed to drive them,
Brought to me a peace and rest.
Then I thought of other mornings,
With a keen remorse of mind,
When I too had loosed the moorings,
With the presence left behind.
So, I think I know the secret,
Learned from many a troubled way:
You must seek Him in the morning
If you want Him through the day.
Then I thought of other mornings,
With a keen remorse of mind,
When I too had loosed the moorings,
With the presence left behind.
So, I think I know the secret,
Learned from many a troubled way:
You must seek Him in the morning
If you want Him through the day.
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