I awake in the
morning,
In the wee hours
Nothing but
birds and flowers applaud me.
A rush of
blood to my head as sweet dreams come to an end
Realities of
what lies ahead
I fight against
the urge of listening to my fears
In replay,
fast forward
Backtrack to
my purpose
Head bowed I
succumb to the emotion of powerlessness
I like it
God is my
all in all
Feels good
to know
When the
wind blows every obstacle my way
All I need
is my Faith
I kneel
down when I awake
In the
morning
God shows
me His face
Some say my
bed is empty
But His
Angel lay beside
Warding off
harm sent to me
Still I bow
down because though death my taunt me
I have a
reason to keep being
Reason to respire
I bow and
give thanks
Sing praises
as the house awakes
I ululate
because My God is good!!
Faithful and
true
With Him I
can never be blue
Because of
Him…
I awake in
the morning.
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