As newborn day breaks over the land
And sends its rays of warmth to fan
The chilling blanket of dark night
And shadows put sunbeams to flight
All Gods creatures small and great
Pause to muse their daily fate
As early risers look to eat
Some late sleeper for a treat
A rabbit stirred from his repose
Bleary eyed and wiggly nosed
Escapes the rapture of his den
And props on hind legs in the wind
Bowing lowly to the ground
For grace to live the day he’s found
As it was imarted Him,
More precious than the rarest gem.
For all Gods creatures great and small
Are attentive to His beck and call
For nature’s children though they’re wild
Live God’s plan as they were styled
And so should we as each day’s given
Cause it just might be the last we’re livin.
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