Eye Wide Open

After the walk in the morning
After a breakfast so good
After the short drive to church
My body’s misunderstood

It’s not that the message is boring
Or that I can’t understand
It’s just that I’m languorous
My eyes close and close again

I find myself falling asleep
My wife gently nudges my side
I thank her for helping me wake up
From then on my eyes are wide

The message to learn is quite simple
It is one I have not learned yet
To keep from a nudge in your side
Eyes wide open would be your best bet

 

 

In response to the daily prompt https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/06/17/a-new-daily-post-word-prompt-june-17th-2018-word-languorous/ /

Grace Won

Lord I cry to you heal this cold
Coughing and wheezing are growing old
How I need rest from the breathing woes
Pour your grace on me

Lord I plead with you help me sleep
Settle my mind in slumber deep
Help me to find that place of peace
Pour your grace on me

Whatever comes my way
Wherever you may lead
Pour your grace over me
Whenever health returns
However this day be
Pour your grace over me

Lord I beg of you touch my life
Keep me close to you through this night
May I always lift your name high
Pour your grace on me

Then when the morning comes
When this long night is done
I’ll lift your name
I’ll give you praise
For through it all grace won

Whatever comes my way
Wherever you may lead
Pour your grace over me
Whenever health returns
However this day be
Pour your grace over me

My All, My Everything

Now I lay me down to sleep
I know my Lord is close to me
If I should wake before I die
I’ll lift my voice up to the sky

His praises will I lift so high
To waft up to where He resides
Upon the throne as King of Kings
He is my all, my everything

He is my joy when sorrow comes
He is my peace amid the storms
He is my refuge from all foes
He is my calm in midst of woes

He is my hope when hope seems gone
He is my strength when I’m not strong
He is my healer when my health fades
He is my guide to light my way

There’s so much more He is to me
His blessings fall abundantly
I will gladly shout and sing
He is my all, my everything

Now I must rest my weary head
I lay it down upon my bed
I’ll dream about my Lord and King
He is my all, my everything

Waking Me

Each day I wake to birds
Singing to the sunrise
Cheerfully they chirp
Loud and full of life

I see the morning sun
Color streams from it’s rays
Slowly rise above
Horizon far away

I’m so glad for those birds
Waking me from the deep
If I’d not heard their cry
I’d still be fast asleep

 

 

 

In response to the daily promptĀ Heard