On this ordinary day,
My alarm clock refused to go off.
I awoke unrefreshed
And with a hacking cough.
The room remained unchanged,
Clothing heaped like piles of hay.
New opportunities seemed unwelcomed
On this ordinary day.
Mind and body raced through the motions,
While my heart was fast asleep.
Had I forgotten what a new day's blessing meant?
Had I allowed Christ's love to seep?
Falling down in desperation,
To my heavenly father I had much to say.
I thanked Him for his grace and beautiful love,
On this all but ordinary day!
(Psalm 118:24)
3 comments:
you and sharon are weird...why do you guys keep writing poems?
bethany just feels left out, that's all!
i do feel left out!! I always wanted to be in the Weird Poet Society! I will write a poem for the two of you...
My sisters are my BFF's
Without them my life would be less.
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