Early morn i look up and spy,
A waking day anything but dry,
on and on again i will try,
Today i wager i may fly,
onwards, upwards into the sky,
brave and fearless on a cloud high,
and if aching i will not cry,
because these hopes won’t let me die.
today as you read this you may be facing a great many things i can neither fathom nor imagine, so i will not presume to do such a thing.
And so when all is said and done, all i will offer is this poem that may touch your inner being with the fiery hope or faith that you can do all things through Christ who strengthens you.
have a fabulous day.