Good Morning, Creator
I'm feeling still,
I can see you everywhere
There is a cool breeze that beats at my knees
I'm wearing shorts today
shorts and a sweatshirt
and I came in to work early
but not on accident
You design me.
Like a blind man's cane, you make noise...
sometimes I'm on carpet and its hard to hear
then sometimes its fake wood that echos
I hear you.
Making noise, telling my feet what I'm about to run in to.
I like the noise you make.
And if my sight is gone, may my ears never be!
Oh what a thing to be blind of the King!
But to be deaf too?
Actually, that won't be necessary.
I'll be dead already.
I can stay alive without seeing what you're doing.
But if I can't hear your
Or your wind's whisper
If my ears can't detect your sovereign speech
Or your fatherly discipline
If I don't listen
I will walk smack dab into the middle of interstate 35 and be obliterated by an 18-wheeler.
Prone to wander.
But you're The Medic.
You'll find my arms on either side of the highway
and put them back into my cleverly designed ball and socket joints.