My Mornings
My Mornings
Miracle Man
8/7/2024
Some mornings I awake feeling void of delight,
and before many steps, my joints crackle and pop.
Far from existing thoughts are things beyond my sight,
I remind myself, life is but a whistle stop.
I live some day’s hearing two conflicting voices,
Satan will always give sin, a fresh coat of paint.
Eternal life awaits, I’m given two choices,
I go to Jesus in prayer for self restraint.
Most days I’m dealing with involuntary pain,
but I realize that through God I will prevail.
For there is a Hell to shun and Heaven to gain,
and to God, my services I'll always avail.
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