In The Morning

In the morning,
When I awake, I pray;
Realizing that it is
The beginning of my day.

In the morning, I thank
God for my blessing;
My family, my friends,
And all my possessions.

I, often, look around and see
All that He has given me;
All the comforts of home,
The birds that sing in the tree.

In the morning, I ask God
What He would have me do, today.
Sometimes, I have this strange
Feeling to go; not to stay...

Go visit the lady that
Is in the nursing home,
The neighbor that is
In her home all alone.

In the morning, He tells me
What my duties are.
He knows He can depend on me.
He never sends me far.

I must go, in the morning,
When the time is right ~
To share His love. That will
Make their day bright

I will go, now, since
His voice was so real.
Tomorrow morning may not come.
So, I must not stand still.

Copyright by Sarah Berthelson
Sarah@Berthelson.com