Awakening in the morning,
To feel this brand new day
Is a blank, unwritten page,
This day, that God has given,
I am able to fill with beauty and love,
I can sing and be happy,
Or cry and be sad,
Skim over the surface,
Or breathe deeply of it's wonders,
A day, as yet unlived, and hopefully
I may fill it with worthwhile hours,
As opposed to gossamer trifles,
Awakening with the thought
That today is for living, loving and enjoying,
Every hour can be an achievement,
Each moment can be for the purpose of giving,
May I fill today's page, wisely and with love,
For it will not return.