Works for me, though the paint don't match, May be ugly, but easy to catch.
High Mileage Praise
By Arley Steinhour 070511 mod 0700516
I wake up every morning,
At least I have so far,
Praising you, a heart full,
As if I'd slept upon a star.
I really must remember,
Take recorder to bed,
To catch my morning praises,
Before they vacate my head.
I stretch and squirm,
I Praise quite a while,
Little else I want to do,
Till my heart puts on a smile.
I ask you then for blessing,
Of thought, in word, and deed,
Forgiveness is what I need.
A dream I dream,
Or thought I thought,
Sinful as it might seem,
Sometimes, damnation fraught.
Of course I pray for the food I eat,
You blessing on bounty planned,
To serve my body as my meat,
I give thanks with up-stretched hand.
Oh, I mumble and sometimes grumble,
With the aches and pains of age,
Needing my wit lest I stumble,
Before starting, a New-Life-Page.
My Prayer/Praise, I need to record,
So I might develop far better Ways,
To bless You, than any I've stored,
Higher in miles, but, Worthy to Praise.