The Day Ahead

I watched the mountain, rimmed with fire,

Touched by the morning sun
And I knew that, ready or not,
A new day had begun.
 
So I rose up and praised the Lord
That, though my rest was slight,
I stood beneath the golden sky
And did not die last night.
 
I praised Him that my eyes could see
The gold clouds sweep the sky
And that my ears could clearly hear
The seagull’s plaintive cry.
            
I praised Him that the day ahead,
Though faced on little sleep,
Was one more chance He’d given me,
To find joy I can keep!