The whirling dervish on the run,
the narcissist who blocks the Son.
The hypocrite I see in you-
the heart you beat
’til black and blue.
I take my burdens, wrap them up-
seek your Grace as I set out~
to the Living Waters you provide-
the lush green grass and
Step out of darkness-see the Light;
hold on fast and right the wrongs.
This is my morning song.