Morning Whispers

This fine early morning
I hear the day whisper unto me,
reminding me to be sensible
and careful, so as to remain free.

For freedom is a privilege
and I'm reminded that each night,
as I lay down safely in my bed
I understand it's not a right.

Each morning when I wake up safe
I'm urged towards thankfulness,
and I wonder what I ever did
to deserve to be so blessed.

I gain no added troubles
or worries as I sleep,
and when the morning nudges me awake
all my blessings are mine to keep.

So with whom do I share my gratitude?
For there's so much I'm grateful of;
and considering their abundance
I have to thank God, up above.

I mean not to offend anyone
by mentioning the existence of God,
but I can't thank merely circumstance,
there's someone higher up, I must applaud.

I hear the day whisper again
full voice, inside my ear;
urging me to greet the day
and God's love, that's so very clear.