In the morning, as warm bare feet kick back cotton sheets, so cool; I am aware that you are here.
Waking crooked as blurred vision searches for glasses clear, and coffee dark; I am aware you are here with me.
Leather bindings embrace skins so thin; and you are here with me, and you speak.
Dark and light form letters of love, said long ago; and you are here with me, speaking them into my life.
Grabbing my jacket – swinging open the door – stepping into the day; and you are here with me, walking with me.
As the chaos of the day bears down on my soul, you are here with me, reminding me of the morning’s Word.
I step into the shower, washing the world from my body, and your Word is here with me, washing the world from my soul.
And, I stretch out horizontal pulling up cotton sheet for rest – you are here, and sing over me through the night.
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