What gets me up in the morning,
That little rectangle of a thing,
After a full night of tick-tocking,
Blares me out of bed with a loud RINGGGGGGGGG.
Looking all wasted and rotten,
Stumbling through the door and into the garden,
All is stilled, rested and forgotten,
When greeted with what's out in the open.
The fresh air out there,
The birds' chorus in the air,
The gentle breeze headed who knows where,
The morning dew that calmly hangs there.
The skies fill with dawn's first rays,
Ushering the dark and moon away,
An orchestra of brilliant light greets the day,
A dance of colours in marvelous array.
A display of God's greatness,
A testament of God's faithfulness,
A demonstration of God's lovingkindness,
Worship Him, for He deserves no less.
~CW~
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