The Lord's Blissful Morning Poem by Kenneth Romano

As every new morning broke, I stood outside and look
As the gray world vanish, I close my eyes and wish
Looking at the east with its brewing pink glow
I savor the strength and breath freshly anew.

Each breaking morning send forth a wistful hope
An open promise of God's generous and unfailing words
The chilly wind soothe my grumbling and aching soul
The scent of pine trees filled my lungs afull.

This is the Lord's blissful and wonderful morning
Aplenty of love and gracious blessing
This is the Lord's blissful and wonderful morning
A gift of life worth giving and sharing.

Green things blanketed the wide and bare earth
Each creation is a hand that reaches deep
Life floundered greatly at the face of death and birth
And the Lord's promise is mine and yours to keep.

As the golden sun radiates and start riding west
My blood quickens and my cold heart beats
The world is breathing free and I stood back and see
That God prefectly made this world for you and me.