by Marijo Phelps
3/15/2009 / Poetry
I offer the first of my morning
To You.
That sleepy, barely awake time
When I come
Tousled and toddler like
To You, My Father
And You gather me up
In Your arms of love
As I begin my day
Knowing
Just because I came,
You were there
You listened to my
Sleepy conversation,
Strengthened me, lifted and hugged
Your love overflowing me
Because I made an effort
Just to come
I sorrow for the many mornings
When I slept too late
To come
And be with You first.
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About Self
Saved by His grace in 1974, from 9 years of professing atheism into His loving arms. RN for 23 years, missionary with YWAM then statistical analyst for Every Home for Christ over 9 years. Living with my husband in the middle of a mountain meadow. GRIN! Wanting to spread the good news
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