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A Good Morning
Back then, it was just bad habit
Taught by those who touched it
and grabbed it
Yeah, they were some hi-jack rabbits
They had their hi’s left me low
Their clouds overcast
Dimmed my glow
Earthquakes ran deeper
Than . . . I don’t know
Roots of rejection pained-me
Bands of abuse restrained-me
Shames heavy weight
drained all my might
I wore my composed mask tight
Fear made the real me hide out of sight
But I became weary of my plight
So I cloaked and came to Him by night
For I was in mid-summer night flight
Coming to Him was quite a fight-of my will
Fleeing my torment, confusion and misery
He stripped me of my eclectic false cover
Revealing all that I hid,
Even my soul’s old secret lovers
The encounter . . .
It was an explosive collision of death and life
Life won
It swallowed all decay
Life breathed
I kneeled in collapse with all heart to pray
Life moved
His light invigorated me
Dispersed the void and darkness within
His grace and mercy redeemed me of sin
Thirst quenched from a quick River within
The Aftermath . . .
It’s a good morning
Stretching and yawning
For my joy has come
He has ignited once dead heart embers
And reconnected all my members
Valley of dry broken bones
Now a militia of life restored
Now standing in authority bold
His breath blew from every corner
Doing more than can be told
I took the wings of the morning
And soared as a bird free from mourning
No more groaning from past bitter, pitter-patter pains
My heart is drenching
My soul is soaking in the glorious
former and latter rains.
His name I will forever praise
My voice in bold declaration I’ll raise
I will give Him glory all of my days
Lord Jesus, your name I praise!
It’s a good morning!
-Gail Clarke
