In my early morning matins
When I first fall out of bed
I ask the Boss to nourish me
To keep my spirit fed
I swear I’ll do the best I can
To treat all others well
To repay ill will with kindness
Try all evil thoughts to quell
In my personal sunset vespers
I pray to wake another day
I ask that sleep refresh me
That it keep bad dreams at bay
I always feel great comfort
As darkness slowly starts to fall
Let me wake again for matins
At the rooster pheasant’s call
Each day between my daily prayers
Despite my supplications
I struggle hard to ride Your Way
Oh, Ruler of All Nations
I do not worship in the way
That those self-righteous do
Please keep me ridin’ down Your Trail
Let my actions mirror You
Amen
©2013/duke larance
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