On the bench at a local park,
I watched the sun rise o'er the trees,
and bid farewell to dark.
I watched the snow twist in the breeze,
in each sharp burst of cold,
Today is the kind that makes you young,
When your body's feeling old.
I closed my eyes, and listened close
For sounds of something great,
Of a whistling wind through age-old boughs
The metal clanging gate.
I could feel the cool slapping my cheeks,
painting my flesh true red,
today is a beautiful day to sit
out here, far from my bed.
When I woke today, my head had hurt
With worries of what would be
I gladly wake to now confirm
what a Glorious Lord have we!
For God has given me this day,
To clutch it's beauty still,
And Lord, though I thought I couldn't -
I am - I have - I will!
copyright December 26, 2000
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Laurie Bell