A Prayer and a Cup of Coffee
The alarm sings out at seven bringing me out of my sleep
It draws me out of my slumber so comfortable and deep.
I open my eyes and stretch my limbs as I say
Thank you, my Lord for another wonderful day.
I dress, wash up, brush my teeth and comb my hair.
I speak to my Master as into the mirror I stare.
Then I go downstairs, turn on the TV
To see what this dayís weather will be.
I pour myself a cup of coffee hot and straight
It helps to bring out of my slumber some state.
Each day, Lord, I start just as the day before.
By your grace I hope tomorrow brings me one more.
The coffee will soon give my energy a boost up
But I thank you for each day as I sip from the cup.
They say the need for coffee is simply a habit for me
And I will not argue for itís easy to see
That I have started my days in the same way for years.
Like coffee, prayer is a habit but one that God hears.
He is stronger than coffee and more gentle, itís true
For with each prayer I utter, my faith he will renew.
So, I will drink my coffee and I will continue to pray
And I will continue to thank God for each glorious day.