On those mornings
As I woefully, anxiously awake
When filled with stress and worry
Pondering my life’s mistakes
With prayer, I stop
In order to ease my mind
Giving Jesus my burdens
And so again I find
Rather than living the hurried pace
Tripping over problems perceived
Slowing to here, seeking your face
Noticing blessings received
On those mornings
As I wonderfully, miraculously awake
Fill me with joy and grace
As I leave my problems for you to take.
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