It happens every day I wake
My early morning “thankful” break
When I meet God ’bout halfway there
And offer up a simple prayer.
There can be tears I must admit
Sometimes I find it hard to quit
But even harder through the day
When I would rather run away.
That’s not an action worthy of
The special depths of mother love
I’ll have to learn as best I can
That God must have a better plan !
