Morning Mercy Poem by Hm. Nes

Morning Mercy



Each morning mercy, come what may,
A blustery cold or sunny day-
Each morning mercy finds his way to me.
And though I scarce would turn him out,
For rare the morning finds no need,
Much less to doubt his work to do.
Bereft of him, ne'er make it through
A day without his mercy speed.
I love the morning mercy new.

Monday, August 24, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: mercy,morning
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Hm. Nes

Hm. Nes

Plainview, Texas
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