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Under the Rising Sun
Working on the night shift sometimes has a benefit or two,
As I am leaving work the world has a beautiful morning hue.
The sun's rays are reaching up and over the mountains,
I look up as I walk to my truck and see the sky's fountains.
Fresh colors race across the ceiling chasing away the night.
The sun is still hidden under the hills, slowly intensifying its light.
The golden day star crests the horizon shooting out colors of reds,
As I watch God's light show while most folks are still in their beds.
The birds begin to sing their songs of praises which honor our God,
Thanking Him for another days blessings, don't you think it is odd.
That man grumbles and fusses as their alarm clock rings in the day,
Without even a passing thought at the gift God has brought our way.
As I drive home in the wonderment of the beauty of this new creation,
Thankful for being present at this moment, honoring this days foundation.
I get out of my truck, drink in the sights, the sounds, into my sleepy head;
Entering my home, walking down the hall, peacefully I lay down in bed.
24Jun08
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