Reflections at 4 am

At 4 am, working in the living room with only my laptop illuminating the darkness. Windows wide open to let the morning coolness in. Birds chatter and sing outside, like housewives on the street catching up on the latest news. What are they talking about? Their plans for the day? Their dreams last night? Their excitement for the weekend?

Sing this with me.

This is my Father's world
And to my listening ears
All nature sings, and round me rings
The music of the spheres 

This is my Father's world
The birds their carols raise
The morning light, the lily white
Declare their maker's praise

And also: 

This is my Father's world
Oh, let me never forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong
God is the ruler yet