The Morning Has Begun - Country Ballad

At midnight on the threshing floor, the one who waited was covered by the wing of her redeemer (Ruth 3:8–9). This song carries that night into ours: a dew coming down from the mountain, a fire in the valley burning down the borrowed crowns, a tear across the heavens, every one beneath their vine and fig tree, and the gates swinging wide as the morning begins.