Good morning, Lord,
And what a glorious morning it is, Lord.
Another morning fit for Your excellency,
Brought not but for man's deficiency.
Look around, what do we see?
The birds singing His praises,
The air swimming in phases,
The sun shining upon our faces.
All things, in their places.
When we wake, whisper a prayer,
And I'm sure the Lord, He will be fair.
For merciful is He, in His ways and in His care,
Ask for an appointment, a duty, a share.
Then get ye fast to work!
For man was not cursed to tarry here, nor there.
But work with what the Father gives,
For this is the way we all must live.
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