Daybreak

As newborn day breaks over the land
And sends its rays of warmth to fan
The chilling blanket of grey night
And shadows put sunbeams to flight

All Gods creatures small and great
Pause to muse their daily fate
As early risers look to eat
Some late sleeper for a treat

A rabbit stirred from his repose
Bleary eyed and wiggly nosed
Escapes the rapture of his den
And props on hind legs in the wind

Bowing lowly to the ground
For grace to live the day he’s found
As it was imparted him
More precious than the rarest gem

For all Gods creatures great and small
Are attentive to His beck and call
For nature’s children though they’re wild
Live God’s plan as they were styled

And so should we as each day’s given
Cause it just might be the last we’re livin.

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Central, Texas, United States
We are the Walters family. I am an office worker and my wife, Lora is my helper. We live in sunny, South Texas. We have both been Christians for over 20 years and love to share about God's Grace to us. Writing has been a hobby for me for about 27 years. The earliest three poems are The Road, The Wise Ass and Daybreak. I wrote them 27 years ago. I quit after that. I was released from prison and had to go back to work. What can I say? Jail is where I met the Savior. He was responsible for the inspiration. The state gave me time to write (That was 34 years ago, I haven't been back even one time since). I didn't pick up a pen for the next 33 years, until I started doing it again a year or so ago when my wife became ill and I had a lot of extra time on my hands while she was convalescing. Once I did a few articles and poems I was hooked and started working on the crazy story at the bottom of the list. I like that, but it's probably not very good, or at least needs a lot more work.