I thank You Lord today,
for waking me up,
as the sun shows the way,
Augmenting to the top.
The birds croon"Good Morning"
as I make my bed,
and give me a warning
to not be sad or mad,
For the Lord is bigger
Than my great troubles,
He is far more stronger,
Than the "wordy" rubles.
I wear my uniform,
and I hear the tree
whisper,"The black, harsh storm
will pass, your eyes shall see,
and a rainbow shall come,
As your Father said,
and the light breeze shall hum,
for the storm is now dead.
As I eat from my plate,
I start to wonder,
Why was I blind and late,
To know You, my Father.
I thank you Lord today,
for waking me up,
as the Son shows the way,
augmenting to the top.
A/N: tell me what you think.... :-)
