Heap it up! Heap it up!
When the morning sun raises
And streaks across my window,
I could tell of the things ahead,
All things put together,
The new day I know is full of things,
Seen and unseen,
On bended knees,
I could whisper,
Gently and clearly,
Lord of the morning,
My lips are unclean,
My steps I can not order,
My ways are not pure as it should,
Guide my wayward way,
In your own inward way,
Should I be on the fast lane,
A plea for redirection I issued,
Teach me, teach me,
That I may not ask amiss,
Who is man that he can direct?
My weakness are ever before me,
On thy strength divine I rely,
Heap it up, heap it up,
When the morning sun streaks across my room,
Lord of the morning,
Be thou my guide.
C. 2019 Moses Michael N.