Even

Even at a breakfast level,

Bleary eyed, confused, disheveled,

Your love’s a mantra in my mind.

I think about it all the time.

I pray about it ev’ry night.

I seek Your power, seek Your light.

I pray to wake up to Your grace.

To feel Your sunshine on my face.

Even at the point of day’s end

when life reels in to start again,

I thank You for bringing me here.

For keeping me safe, my ways clear.

Sometimes I want to shed a tear

for I can always feel You near.

I feel Your hands in ev’ry breeze.

I feel Your love enclosing me.

Even through the wondrous times,

laughing, smiling, living’s sublime,

Your mercy is my background joy.

Sweeping inside. Filling my voids.

It lives in me through ev’ry dawn.

Kisses me awake ev’ry morn.

Inspires me to do Your will.

Makes my praise to You ever real.

Even through the turbulent seas

when I’m constantly on my knees,

I never turn my back on You.

You are what always brings me through.

And if my blessings don’t give the proof

that ALL power belongs to You.

I ask to have the strength and tools

to completely edify You.

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