Every waking minute,
by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
Every second of each day,
I think of praises to HIM,
In my mind to HIM, I pray.
I’ll shout them from the rooftops,
Cry out from top of hills,
From morn to night I’ll proffer
Praise for HIS healing of my ills.
I try each day to do good
To all my fellows here,
Whom HE has created to inhabit
This earth ~ this global sphere.
My mind speaks words in verses,
Full of rhymes and lines that scan,
Of how rich is the world HE’s created,
For every woman and man.
Why do I sing HIS praises,
Despite all that befalls me?
Because all has a purpose,
But that purpose is just known to HE.
© Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 4 April 2006