The Present! God's Gift To Man!
Though people may long for a present from God,
How many embrace the new day?
Instead of unwrapping what lies at their feet,
Dark memories paint a cliché
Of dawn's possibilities! Isn't it odd
Man's mood can make grown men effete?
Though day's never wrapped up in ribbons and bows
The sunshine invites us to play,
Makes light of the fears that arise in the dark
And cripples their fearsome display,
Revealing the beauty that colors disclose,
The cry of the cloaked meadowlark.
Man's best chance to shine always comes with the dawn,
As caution is thrown to the wind.
And his expectations? No need of repair,
The future's not his to defend!
He rises to stand on the legs of a fawn,
God's present he leaves in His care!