Each morning as my body stirs
My mind awakes, my heart concurs
And here I lie, incumbent still
I’m loathe to rise, I’ve lost my will.
My bed is warm and soft and safe
Protected from the phantom wraith
For God alone is my true cause
And nought but He earns my applause.
The time draws near when we must meet
And I will cower at His feet !
Claire V. Bogdanos 