A Tea Pot Lid

To you, it is just a teapot,

To me it’s morning peace;
Before the chaos of the day
Begins, without surcease,
I have a cup, I watch the dawn
And all the knots release.
 
This morning I came near to tears;
The lid slipped from my hand
And gravity hurtled it toward
A tragic final stand.
But I rescued it just in time,
As if I’d had it planned.

I almost wept at that mishap,

For what I would have lost,
And it reminded me that He
Once paid a bitter cost
To save a silly “lid” like me
From being smashed and tossed.

Now, when I sip my morning tea,

I find more comfort there.
From now on I will take my tea
With milk and a prayer.