Praise Be It.
PRAISE BE IT
The sun rises in the morning. Praise be it.
The morning is cold but my bed is warm. Praise be it.
The sun is bright. It floods the earth with light. Praise be it.
The morning is just begun and I am refreshed. Praise be it.
The sun warms the body and fill it with strength. Praise be it.
The love in my soul is renewed again as I face the world. Praise be it.
The day I worship the lord my God and his most holy Son has begun. Praise be it.
The moment is silent as I bow my head and my mind is still. Praise be it.
The Father, The Son, The Holy Ghost surround me. Praise be it.
The blessing is given and it falls on me. Yet I am undeserving. Praise be it.
The spirit has filled me again. I am whole once more. I begin the week a new. Praise be it.
For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten son,
that who so ever believes in him should not parish, but has everlasting life .
John, 3:16
PRAISE BE IT
Poem of the Day for Monday 11-17-08