Alone With God

Still, still with Thee, when purple morning breaketh,
When the bird waketh, and the shadows flee;
Fairer than morning, lovelier than daylight,
Dawns the sweet consciousness, I am with Thee.

Alone with Thee, amid the mystic shadows,
The solemn hush of nature newly born;
Alone with Thee, in breathless adoration,
In the calm dews and freshness of the morn.

Harriet Beecher Stowe


I came across this today in my devotions and thought I would share it with you.
I love the word pictures it conjures up, but more than that, she was able to put into words what my heart sings.