It was early on the first day of the week that you rose from the dead.
It is early on this first day of the work week that I come in humbleness to whisper words of praise. Something within keeps me from shouting them from the rooftops, so I whisper a word of thanks from time to time.
Thank you, Lord, for all that you have done, for all you are and promise to be. You sustain this life with your mighty hand, and you hold me, safe and sound, within your glorious salvation.