Feeling Young
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Feeling Young
Quiet is the morning,
the sun coming over the mountains...
in the distance.
Not quickly,
but exactly at the right time.
The day has begun.
The birds are singing,
and the flowers are looking up to the sky.
We can not remember why?
We should try harder.
The world is full of miracles,
small and large.
We are among them.
We are His.
Dance like there is a King,
and you will soon find the reality
of everything.
Sing with a voice lifted,
not a whisper but a shout...
to the one above our lives.
The perfect Lord,
the Master.
I yawn and stretch...
I feel the age of my body,
and know that it is passing away.
Yet, my soul is young...
and happy.
I feel close to Jesus,
and I want to be in heaven.
He will call me home,
when he wants me there.
Until that moment I am free
and choose to be
all that I can,
for Him.
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2022
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