High Mileage Praise

Works for me, though the paint don't match, Maybe ugly, but easy to catch.

By Arley Steinhour 070511

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 off to bed

So I can catch my morning praises

Recorded before vacating head

I stretch and squirm

Praise for quite a while

Little else I want to do

Till my heart puts on a smile

I ask you then for blessing

In thought, in word, and deed

Occasionally confessing

Forgiveness is what I need

A dream I dream

Or thought I thought

Sinful as it might seem

Perhaps damnation fraught

Of course I pray the food I eat

You bless as 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 I start a new Life-page

So many thoughts I need record

To develop into better praise

So bless me like you do my Ford

High mileaged but full of Mile-high Praise.

AMEN