“Good morning Lord.
Thank You for the turn of wind;
Southwest warmth blowing in.
Dampness covers morning dew;
Mild temperatures layered through.
Much “to do” in the week ahead.
Ship that too.
How can I ever complete the “do”?
Does this really honor You?
With “mind” going one way into the day,
I choose to
I willingly offer You
“the first” of my week,
From there, I “rest”
For the other stuff You will complete.”
“My voice You shall hear in the morning, O LORD;
In the morning I will direct it to You,
And I will look up.”
Poem by denisebalog©