Poems of Lighthouse Bob

With Each Day #356

With Each Day
So from Him now receive
these giftings, Most Divine,
when found do wake the heart to quake
in Blessings, oh, sublime.
Encompassed in this world
and moved within its spin,
‘twixt dawn and night and eve and light,
what giftings, new, begin
to rouse each coming morn,
to Praise each passing day,
to search the skies with no surprise
that God may come your way.