𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕄𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕪 ℂ𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝔹𝕦𝕪

i'm a morning person

i love mornings

opening my eyes and realizing

that i'm still here

means that i'm still being used

by You

i still have breath

to exalt You

to sing to You

of You

for You

with You

last night the rain cascaded

like the tears

of a thousand angels

and this morning

the sun shed light on

a soft green earth that will

soon spring forth the grasses

and the flowers beckoned

by the quenching

and You remind me

that my tears are not falling

in a barren desert made of

dust and dashed dreams

that in that place

flowers and hope

still spring luscious

each tear

a confession

that only You

can hear

and tonight when i lay

in the still darkness

as i always do

out loud i'll pray

so that the world

is forced to hear

what i say

for

the unbelievers

the lost

the defiant

even the ones who hate

especially the ones who hate

that the scales fall from their eyes

by the Light

that was

that is

that will be

the Way

the Truth

the Life

since the beginning

of the beginning

of Creation

i'm nothing but clay

just like us all

but You created us

grafted us onto the Vine

with faith

to bear fruit

the Root runs deep

in the garden

with the Light

of the Son

every day

is a gift.