Good Mornin'

Good Mornin'

Good mornin ' Jesus:

Bright morning star.

I want to praise you ;

For all that you are.

Good mornin' sunshine:

Good mornin' daybreak.

Oh praise God for you.

As morning awakes.

Good mornin' blue skies;

And clouds of surprise.

I praise God for you

Each shape and each size.

Good mornin'  tall trees;

Dressed in autumn leaves.

I thank God for all;

The colors I see.

Good mornin'  new day;

Arising from sleep.

Thank-you dear God;

For morning so sweet.

Susan Nikitenko

October 9th, 2013

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Singing in the Daisies



Singing in the Daisies

Morning sounds all around.

The rooster cries good morn.

The dew a twinkling, on the grass.

A new day now is born.

Happy birds start singing;

Their lovely songs of love.

To our Heavenly Father,

Watching from above.

A prancing deer, seems in a rush;

He runs through nearby trees.

A busy little squirrel “chucks”,

And rustles through green leaves.

I’m walking through my garden;

At peace, I’m so content.

The breath, of it’s refreshment;

I know is heaven sent.

The sun is shining brightly;

It’s resting on my face.

It feels as though, I’m warmly hugged;

In loving arms, embrace.

Walking amongst God’s flowers;

Each a special, painted art.

I’m singing in the daisies;

The song, “How Great Thou Art”.

I lay, so happy, like a child;

Upon a patch of grass.

Watching fluffy clouds go by;

Winds blow and gently pass.

I love the coolness of the grass.

It feels good on my toes.

I pick a pretty flower;

And hold it to my nose.

Creation is a work of love;

A very special gift.

A little heaven, here on earth;

To comfort, speak, and lift.

It makes a heart, start praising;

And praying lips, to sing,

While observing such perfect art;

Created by our God and King.

So take time to smell the roses.

Run cool grass between your toes.

Take the time to praise the Lord.

Forget your world of earthly woes.

Sing amongst the daisies,

Sweet melodies of praise.

Our Lord, has richly blest us

In so many different ways.

By: Susan Y Nikitenko

2/20/09

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