My heart is confident in you, O God; no wonder I can sing your praises with all my heart! Wake up, lyre and harp! I will wake the dawn with my song. I will thank you, Lord, among all the people. I will sing your praises among the nations. For your unfailing love is higher than the heavens. Your faithfulness reaches to the clouds. Be exalted, O God, above the highest heavens. May your glory shine over all the earth.
Relate: The drums start at 2:20. Most years I ignore them the first day or two and then I have grown used to them enough that I sleep right through them for the rest of Ramadan. Not this year. This year I have been up with those drums and had my breakfast and prayer time a few hours earlier than normal. Let’s be honest, I have not always stayed up the entire time. More than once I have been back in bed around 5 AM and getting a couple more hours in before it is time to start my day “for real”.
There is something beautiful about getting up at such an ungodly hour, grabbing myself a cup of joe, putting on some worship music, and then just sitting there and letting the song soak through me. Granted, it usually takes the downing of a second or even third cup before I can appreciate the beauty, but still. By the time the sky is starting to lighten up and the birds are chirping, I am awake enough to start reading and studying my Bible without fear of falling back into the land of Nod. I don’t have the most beautiful of views from my place, but if I make my way up to the roof, I can enjoy the near silent sounds of a waking city while watching the golden dome peek its way over the skyline. There is a peace, there is a confidence in the goodness of God, that can only be found with the dawn..[..]