In the early hours of morning, the sunlight spills over the banister of heaven and creeps its way into subway cars, windows and onto the sharply angled corners of skyscrapers. The noise of traffic is still at a lull, and the sounds of people brawling in the streets after a long night of mischief have given way to sparrows’ prayers. No one knows it, but this is the hour when many men and women rise up to the great ministry of prayer and intercession – asking the Lord to watch over our city, our nation, our world. We do not know what a day will bring forth. It is also the best time to write. One’s thoughts are clear as a crystal sea – inspiration comes in waves, like strands of amber, blue, and pink in the fleeting moments of dawn. It is then when my thoughts are most pristine; I feel that I can make a difference in this world, and I can succeed in my endeavors. I am determined to praise the Lord for “He is good, and His mercy endures forever.”
