Morning Coffee With the Lord
Morning Coffee With The Lord
By: Tom Wright
5/25/99
As I neared the old gent's campsite
a faint voice I could hear.
It seemed to sound distressed
and I could detect a twinge of fear.
I heard him say, "Why is it Lord,
I am troubled on this day" ?
That of these things I'm reminded
in this quiet time as I pray.
Just as this peaceful morning
follows your springtime rain.
I'm vexed within my spirit
by thoughts that cause me pain.
Nearby, sat an old tinplate coffee cup
placed near his fire with care.
As if expecting company
he seemed to have placed it there.
A second somewhat older cup
was wrapped firmly in his callused hand.
As he sipped his morning coffee
he spoke to God, about our land.
We've drugs and rape and too much crime
and Babies being born from sin.
As School children kill their classmates
Lord, when will all this craziness end?
We drop our bombs upon our fellow man
those whom You said to love.
Surely It's from shame we bow our heads
as we petition your face above.
They're are so many who are starving
living their lives upon the street.
Yet many offer not a helping hand
to the destitute or needy we meet.
Then Lord, I think of those lost souls
for whom we show so little concern.
At times we merely go our way
trusting that You won't let one burn.
Men's hearts are continually upon evil
as you've said the last days would bring.
While most of the news I see and hear
seldom any makes my heart sing.
As I quietly sit around a crackling fire
contemplating what I'll do this day.
I behold the beauty of your sunrise
and for this privilege I did not pay.
He said, this morning I close with a question
am I what You would have me to be?
I'm just a broken down old cowboy
who's unworthy of your love for me.
Hearing my snapping of a twig, the old gent said
"Come and sit a spell, you won't be bored".
For I'm just "fixin" to have a second cup
of campfire coffee with the Lord.
Written for "Wagon John", a friend who traveled the southwest in a covered wagon With car wheels on it.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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