I am wakened sleepily yawning, A bright fresh day is dawning, Time to rise and greet the morn A renewed land is being born. I hear the mourning doves coo A dreamless night is through, A glorious sunrise for me waits, Out near the rose garden gate. God has painted the sky and land With a gentle gesture of his hand And the autumn colors of leaves Are an enchanting delight to see. I take my seat in the wicker chair Amazed at sights before me there, Pastel paints blend with the bold As God's majestic miracles unfold. The countryside like a kaleidoscope Reflects new colors inspiring hope, God is painting joy from His palette, I am charmed by the majesty of it. Clouds part granting room for hues Of sunstruck gold, orange and blues, As sunbeams warm my smiling face I thank God for His bountiful grace. I'm reluctant to leave God's show Of blending colors brightly aglow, Such beauty The Father has drawn, I rise bidding farewell to the dawn. ©Written by: Kenneth J. Ellison 10-03-04 "The song title is unknown to me" Return   Poetry By Ken   Guestbook   Email Ken To send this page to someone