Good Good Good Morning

Each morning is different from the next.
In this little place I call my own, You either kiss me with the warmth of the sun or caress me with the cool of the air.
You give me more than the "good morning" I speak.

Oh, who can resist a peaceful slumber?
Needless to say, not I!
Yet, as I transcend to Your drawing light, You sing to me in the melodies of home - each and every note a welcoming tune.

To dwell in this peacefulness is more than I could ask for.
Of mornings past, in the midst of my seeking, maybe all I could really see was the toil before me.
Still, each morning, You speak a new life into me.
Never could I comprehend the grace You love to shower me with.

Wounded, shattered and broken I was from evenings of old.
Yet, this morning You wake me and let me see that my heart will cease to be pieces from a lonely evening.

Oh, most gracious God!
Oh, God of creativity!
How You amaze me!
The peace You give and the passion You instill - all but just the start for this heart You've healed.