A Poetic Morning Offering
Updated: Aug 21, 2022
As I get out from my bed
I offer Thee the day ahead
I look out without 'plaint or dread
None can go forth in my stead
Yoke so easy, burden light
work the fields from morn to night
Glorious Banquet always in sight
Reward for fighting the Good Fight
Come enjoy your rest my friend
This week's labors come to an end
Upwards all our prayers send
Debts forgive and fences mend
Send us forth into the day
Having said our simple prayer
Mother Bless'd oh so fair
Pray Thy Son be always here