The morning snuck into my night
But she didn't wake me with her light
Rather she whispered and gently spoke
"Isn't it time that you awoke?"
So from my bed and to my knees
I was begging Jesus " help me please.
So many things waiting to be done
I want to ponder but have to run."
While I was rushing from my prayer
I was tossing dishes every where
Not ever thinking about my haste:
Things once broken become a waste
Despite my hurrying I totally forgot
The peace of mind that I never got
I could have taken a slower pace
For everything that happens is a grace.
Next time it happens that I am late
I will not let tardiness determine my fate
For all this hurrying unbalances me
And robs me of beauty I'm meant to see
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