Good Morning Jesus

Good Morning Jesus

Good Morning Jesus

Gazing on His face

I see the whole human race

Nothing else matters

In the human race

I can see His holy face

All else falls away

You are my son, my daughter, my beloved

On you my favor rests.

My favor rests

Not bears heavily

A burden on my shoulders

Rests lightly, sprightly

Surrounded and lifts up

I, a plenteous nectar

From which others sup

Can be

A rich flowing stream

If I only say “yes”

When He comes in my dream

Telling me to confess

And Be saved

And be open to Him

To affirm that our muse

Is not merely a whim

Of my imagination

A lie or a hoax

But His favor

Resting lightly

One of His “holy jokes”

Holy Smokes, I’m a part

May even (be told or decide) to wear

A crown of holly

Entwined within my hair.

His favor rests wholly

On me

And flows on out

To embrace all

I encounter

When I’m out and about

To nurture all that’s within

And all that will be His favor rests

Wholly on me

Let it be.

1/1/2001