In the silence of the early morning with crisp fresh air.
I wait on him whom spoke this here day into existence.
To reveal to me the events that he has spoken into reality.
Prayer, bible reading starts in the wee hours of the morning.
Waiting for him to speak to me, on his plans for my day here.
For the words to the poems, he brings into my mind to write.
A gift from him to me to everyone whom reads these poems.
For he shall bless whom he bless and he Loves everyone.
For he lives to Love us and to bless us , for he is the God of Love.