I woke up this mornin
sitting on the porch
with my dog and coffee to be
birds singing non stop
like chatter in Starbucks
semi warm and absense of sunshine
makes the day melancholy for me
It happens to be
that I love this day
the warmth of friendship
makes it all worthwhile
it happens to be
that I love this day
the glow of His Love
makes it all worthwhile
eggs sizzlin in a hot grill
toast burning to a crisp i like
singing an early song of worship
is like the butter on that done toast
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This post was written by keithblog on May 3, 2009
