It is a beautiful morning.
It is 7 o’clock and I sit outside.
The mornings are turning crisp,
trees are turning orange,
but the sounds remain the same.
A bird flying and hitting the top of a very tall tree,
the sun is still busy rising,
the grass sparkles from the dew.
The morning quietness touches my soul.
A red bird lands in front of me on the fence,
I’m wrapped in a blanket so the crisp doesn’t get me,
the red bird hops in the grass now.
The breakfast table is set,
after food for the soul comes food for the body.
Father in Heaven, help me see,
each morning again…
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Help me see morning glory…
It is a beautiful morning.
It is 7 o’clock and I sit outside.
The mornings are turning crisp,
trees are turning orange,
but the sounds remain the same.
A bird flying and hitting the top of a very tall tree,
the sun is still busy rising,
the grass sparkles from the dew.
The morning quietness touches my soul.
A red bird lands in front of me on the fence,
I’m wrapped in a blanket so the crisp doesn’t get me,
the red bird hops in the grass now.
The breakfast table is set,
after food for the soul comes food for the body.
Father in Heaven, help me see,
each morning again…
I love that you are here, and I certainly would love to hear from you. To leave a comment go HERE !
This was also shared at Holley’s Coffee For Your Heart. To read more personal stories or get encouraged, go HERE !
