Gently my eyes open and I whispered <br />Thank you for I can see <br /> <br />My feet moving slowly one in front of the other <br />Though my body stiff from the labor of work <br />I replied… thank you for your mercy <br /> <br />My mind recoiling the tasks that require my attention <br />My heart seems to fill with the beauty of the day <br />And I praise you for what you have given me <br /> <br />The house is silent <br />No words are heard <br />Little feet that once sounded like an army <br />Now long gone and marching to independence and their own battles <br />I wipe a crystal tear and thank you for the love you placed within my life <br /> <br />In the coolness of an autumn’s morn <br />I sit a listen to the Sunday morning symphony <br />A gift from You created by your loving hands <br />I hear a soft gentle voice…” to everything there is a season and by My grace there is a reason” <br />Admiration and thankfulness fill my soul <br />My lips quiver with soft words, I am unworthy, but yet You love me <br />Thank you Father for this day<br /><br />Patricia Gale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sunday-morning-moments/
