Sunday Morning Moments

Gently my eyes open and I whispered Thank you for I can see My feet moving slowly one in front of the other Though my body stiff from the labor of work I replied… thank you for your mercy My mind recoiling the tasks that require my attention My heart seems to fill with the beauty of the day And I praise you for what you have given me The house is silent No words are heard Little feet that once sounded like an army Now long gone and marching to independence and their own battles I wipe a crystal tear and thank you for the love you placed within my life In the coolness of an autumn’s morn I sit a listen to the Sunday morning symphony A gift from You created by your loving hands I hear a soft gentle voice…” to everything there is a season and by My grace there is a reason” Admiration and thankfulness fill my soul My lips quiver with soft words, I am unworthy, but yet You love me Thank you Father for this day