Early wakeup pondering,
May not have rhyme or reason,
But prayer to God, though wandering,
Makes the Day; A Blessed Season.
Waking up Slow pt1 042112
By Arley Steinhour
[01295772 Day 14 of Omer]
Eternally Eternal, I shall be,
To hear all sound uttered or made,
To see all there is to see,
To know your love so Staid.
I long for Bride's Graduation,
when you call, your people Home,
Oh what a party and celebration,
To be yours, never more alone.
Worshiping you, anywhere, any way,
No night to darken the path,
Throughout that endless, eternal day
No sinfulness, to invoke your wrath.
Everything happy, everyone gay,
Beside you, on your golden path,
No obligations, plus freedom to pray
Grass and flowers, that musically laugh.
We can tickle the tree trunks,
Make them rustle with joy,
Lovingly warm, mighty hunks,
I plan to be, one happy boy.
I can only imagine the wonders I'll see,
Oh yes, I am one anxious boy,
To get Jacob to play on his ladder with me,
To stand on a mountain with a long yo-yo toy.
While there, we can yodel loud,
Never again, sad tears enter eye,
All our Praise, we offer you proud;
I won't forget, the joy I used to cry.
Praise, and thanksgiving words,
To everyone, friendly hello's,
No cutlery needed, especially swords,
Everyone are Sisters, and Fellows.