When I Rise
When I rise I am so thankful to God I can't believe my eyes
He has given me another day to live, it's not the same as yesterday and will never
be like tomorrow.
What do I do with this new day?
Will I be grateful for the fresh air I am allowed to breath, will I enjoy all the
beautiful trees, flowers, and the natural sea breeze in the air.
Will I look at this as nothing and take it all for granted.
When I rise and I am still alive I give thanks to God for allowing me to see
another new day.
When you rise and are still alive don't waist time complaining about life? live
count your blessing and pray that you are still able to say when I rise!
Copyright © Cathy Holmes | Year Posted 2006
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