The Lord Serenades us with the birds every morning,

Reminds us of His love in the night.

He pierces the darkness keeps us from falling,

Leading us towards The Father of Light.

The richness of His love is too much to take in; 

I am in awe of His wonder,

His grace provides the ability to refuse sin.

I gaze at His sky and ponder;

His goodness, His kind words enriches my soul ,

I fall to my knees overwhelmed.

The lavish Glory He has made available for me

Goes far beyond this ordinary realm.

The world is grey compared

To the glory that lies ahead.

Then we will serenade Him forever and ever, 

For indeed the Bible has said. 

By Lakechia Jeanne - Dose of Poetry©