Up Before the Match Strikes
Joy jumping out of bed.
Mud in my eye; well,
in my mug.
Click kicking heels together.
The weather is fine;
so am I.
Magnanimously smiling.
A peep at pre-rise;
no delay.
Yes, up before the match
strikes in the horizon;
yellow leaves of sun.
I’m undone by my God
who supplies all His riches
in glory.
Perhaps, you’re still
under the sheets,
buried in sleep.
Pre-rise tomorrow!
Click kick heels &
Joy jump out of bed!
I’ll wave at you
as you pour mud
in your mug.
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