Here is a recent picture of me on Mt LeConte in the Smokey Mountains in Tennessee. I had the grace to go hiking for a few days with some high schoolers from Atlanta. Mt Leconte is about 6,000ft high and about a 3-6 hour climb depending on how much youthful vigor you have left within you. Towards the top of the mountain we hit about a foot of slushy snow leaving us with wet socks for the rest of our excursion. For those of you who have not hiked much before, wet socks in cold weather is a real downer. Once we were at the top we settled into the little wooden shanty which would be our home for the night. After downing some hotdogs and a few hours of sleep we got up and went to the nearby cliff to see the sunrise. With the back drop of the Smokey mountains, the sunrise, in the crisp morning air was so so beautiful. The darkness of the cold night contrasted the warm brightness of the sunrise so splendidly. The sunrise is a great image of hope. The darkness of worry and uncertainty is always broken by the brightness and warmth of the God’s goodness. This song is about the waiting in hope; it’s about waiting for the sunrise.