Fresh sprinkle of morning rain br Early I rise to explore br Smell of water, vapor in the air br The feel of God’s blessing on my skin br br My feet beat the path br All in rhythm, all in time br Passing houses, trees and plants br I let my Lord choose my course br br A still, soothing silence grips my town br As it still sleeps and it still slumbers br Carrying my body just one more block br Gentle winds sway the maple’s branch to and fro br br My mind is clear, my heart is content br Walking my route, talking with my God br And I am not one to miss the gift br Of creations splendor and the one who made it br br Puffs of breath escape my lungs br each one having completed it’s job br To gather in the portion I need br Relying on faith in someone greater than myself br br I round the corner towards my favorite park br So many children’s cries still echo from yesterday’s play br I am thankful for God’s continuation of life br And the changes each parent faces br br Hydrangea, tulip and pine scents the air br Wondering if my prayers have the same fragrance in heaven br Smile gets wider knowing they are heard and received br Legs still churn, and progress is still made br br Home stretch is now seen and now cars start to amass br Are there other people sharing their morning with the Lord br If only they could have traveled this small journey with me br They would have seen beauty, creation and hope br And known the peace that comes from a journey with the Lordbr br Chris Taylorbr br