My Window

A morning in his glory.

Thursday's dew

falls upon the grass

this cheerful November morn.

 

A new creation

awoke this day,

his zeal for Christ renewed.

 

The Father's

glory shines,

upon me as I arise to start my day.

 

A blessed occasion

for yet one more soul,

has seen the way.

 

A solo bird

gleefully chirps,

for he desires to sing your Holy song.

 

While still within me

love,

continues to grow strong.

 

Praise,

thy righteous name,

Oh Lord.

Reviews

[Elvis Gilley]

ty for your review and kind words

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

This is a piece that truly delivers the feeling of "faith" as it is seen through your eyes. I think that the title and the way that you started this piece off with a November morning was quite nice--the tangible becomes the internally intangible, which is fantastic. Well done.

[Sami Khalil]

A good poem about an awakening in your faith . Thank you for sharing ...:)