As morning light little shines
in still wee hours before dawn’s rise
speak to Him before day begins
through visions of angels' eyes.
Praises of kindness and words proclaim
majestically soar o’er ocean sand
the majesty of Creator’s fame
know whom before doth thou stand.
Close thine eyes to worrisome day...
With shroud enwrapped o'er thee
bound both arm and head adorned
closer to Him a moloch be.
Ancient hopes on pages worn
in prayers long seen through tears,
awaken molochim early morn
to pray for length of years.
Examine each day ere too late,
In prayerful haste lest thou proceed
Secure a place at Heaven’s gate
Prey not upon man doth heed.