The Living God

I wake up in the morning of a breaking day,
Wondering what challenges to come my way;
Everything fresh sweet smells in the air,
In kneeling down to talk to God in prayer;
I thank Him for a restful night of sleep,
No worries resorted in counting sheep;
The blessings showered upon my soul,
Thanking Him for continuing to bestow;
I asked our Father for giving me a hand,
With everything that He has already planned;
And when I know my prayer is done,
I ensure that it is relayed through His Son;
After getting back up having a thought,
Why some people think of God as naught;
Some say God is dead but how can it be,
For He is really constantly talking to me;
As a poet He has told me what to write,
And guides me where there is no light;
He has helped me in trials and tribulation,
He is the Living God and my firm foundation.

Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright ©2003 Richard Newton Sherrer

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