But am glad that the morning is beautiful in spite of me...
Like a persistent suitor God freshens the air with dew,
Wipes away yesterday's grime and dirt,
He stretches out the clouds and gently, selectively lets only the healthy sun rays in
What a picture He paints, this wonderful Artist!
He knows I will snuggle deeper in the sheets and groan and growl at the alarm
But He still keeps at His beauty work, hopping I will take a look and be changed.
He woos me with bird songs, and slips a few light rays past my eyelids,
He wakes my children like a clock, so they can cox me into His Beauty,
What can a girl do before such splendor,
Despite myself I smile then laugh as a stream of joy bubbles up within me...
The shadows vanish at renewed hope, and the cynic in me is turned poetic...
What can a girl do with such a groom?
Who wakes her with dew, and scents and songs?
Who opens her eyes to wonders untold?
Who is consistently unpredictable?
What can a girl do on such a beautiful morning
But fall truly madly deeply for Him
Who in His Glory and Splendor Honors her thus?
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