A Soul Awakened

Wasting a Monday morning mooning Till dawn creeps west in a slowly crawl Across cunning cliffs of clouded sky Bade dawn drawn down to noon bye Bears a clear day brought so cheerfully dear Soft as your loving grace in my soul But my might at midday melt my mood Sin made bad-luck rush ill-luck like lust Hamstrung my strong stern faith so tight Thro' tremendous traumas from friends and foes Though a virgin moon on this Monday night Brought smiles on my angular jugular frame Smuggling my sins and iniquities to set me free As my licit Lord gives me a loving leisurely lease Drowning my doubts of musing morning mooning And awakening my silent soul to sorrow no more So when i feel like crying, i prayed and smiled 'Cos cant spend time crying about wrongs Which my good Lord has nailed on the cross I set about trying to make things right And my life worthy of serving thee For it isn't right crying instead of praying It's no kind of example to set for kids or oneself either.