Poezie The love

Breakfast With Jesus















Autor: Glenn A. Hascall



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The sun’s just a’rising

Coffee cup in my hand

Watching light touch

Every part of this land



The birds sing "Good morning"

No wind to disturb

The paperboy’s pitching

Isn’t meant to perturb



I pick up my Bible

Read some good news

The paper can wait

Until I am through



But wait, I’m not done

There are prayers to be said

For my wife and my kids

Sisters, Mom and my dad



I can’t fully explain

This morning affair

When my family’s asleep

Without worry or care



I’ll rise up and admire

The sun as it grows

And I’ll seek God’s face

I pray that it shows



Hope it doesn’t sound

As if I’m a’bragging

And I’d hate to be thought

That I might be nagging



Just one simple man

Who can’t get through the day

Without starting with God

And what He has to say



I’ve tried it alone

The pressure - the grind

I fall flat on my face

Without knowing His mind



So tomorrow - God willing

I’ll rise with the first light

And have breakfast with Jesus

My day started right



For you it might be

At noon or the twilight

Perhaps right before bed

Or the middle of the night



Whenever you’ve found

The time to commune

Rejoice in the feast

Come back again soon