I awaken each morning,
awed as a newborn seeing
the newness of the day.
I am not a perfect person,
but I know that as a weak human,
I am made authentic by the presence
of God in my life.
I am powerless whether
I will live another day.
The Grace of God is my protector.
I am authentic but not perfect;
God has allowed me to become
authentic in the frailness of my human body.
God forgives my misdeeds,
blesses me with His Grace.
I follow the teachings of Jesus,
fulfilling my duty to my fellow man.
I have worked at this for many years and
even though retired from a paying job,
I continue to serve through prayer and other ministries.
Wisdom has built her house within me –
that I may share God’s will.
When hard times visit me,
I do not fret . . .
or become alarmed.
I am always on my inner watch
and guard any negative or
that enter my being.
As I do this,
I am as free as a child
frolicking in his play yard,