I was worried about my soul's  when, where, how,  and why me.

I was worried never telling today with me in it, thank you for just another day.

I was worried diagnosing all the possibilities trying to figure out if today might be my last, and yet another day had passed and this soul at a glance told a grateful story, a story of faith and grace causing me to say,  I'm still here.

Then something laid beside me, made me understand that this given day is not my decision.

Laid beside me in a calm and passionate certain way, that lead me to be still.

Laid beside me involving me to listen to my heart.

Listening to the voice that made me, me. It was saying you don’t have to worry, but you need to include a few good words, a thank you for each and every day so the day would end complete.

I was worried, but now I’m not, and yes in this world that is so troubled I still have a few good words to conclude the day complete, a few good words when I wake and rise.