My Morning Task
Every day, I wake up to pray;
To God, to guide my way:
I do this every morning,
Like, over the night, I got a warning.
I talk to him like I do with my father,
And this grows our relationship farther.
This is the sole source of my peace;
For every smile and confidence, every piece;
You may not agree with me unless you give it a try,
And when it seems not to work out, it is not wrong to retry.
I was taught, when I was still a child,
To tell it to Jesus even when the pain is mild;
One day, at church, pastor said that it does not hurt to ask,
So, I pray at dawn, during the day and even at dusk.
For the heavenly goodies, I never stop to search,
And when it is my turn to receive, I get much.
I am not one of these angels of the dark that to you, I should deceive;
So, I guess, today, you have learned more reasons to believe.
Copyright © Ampurire Anitah | Year Posted 2023
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