Starting Over
The start of every morning,
Is like the sun gleaming through the window pane,
As you hear the wind whistling past your ear,
And you, stop and think,
What will today's day began to be,
Will I remember to yearn for the golden key,
For the Lord, has to open those gates,
But only you have to let go of those heavy weights,
Sometimes, we maynot understand,
What is going to happen next,
Sometimes we need to walk together as hand and hand,
Its like, putting our feet into the sand.
To set us free,
From being distressed,
Just so we can have that good feeling of being blessed,
You wonder what we will have to gain,
We just have to let go, all that pain,
And let all people say together "LET IT RAIN",
So He can supply our needs,
To stop Satan from distroying our seeds!
So we can get whats coming down the line,
And just maybe we will have a glass of wine,
To celebrate the goodness of His glory,
And continue to live, to tell our story!
Copyright © Gilvonna Murphy | Year Posted 2009
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