Upon awakening,
why would I descend
to the dictates of an aching body,
the debilitating doubts
drawing downward in my brain,
darting and dancing in my groggy imagination,
wresting momentum from the light, arising?

Why let the gooey, creepy
cobwebs of the dark of night
cling across the doorway of my thoughts
at the entrance to a brand new day?

As the fresh day breaks . . .
Why will I not, instead,
let Your word dictate the pace?
Why not let Your Spirit
rise and rule in Grace?
Why not let Your fragrant thoughts
spread through this treasured space?

Yes, I’ll recall Your resident power
to fuel me for the race.
Affirm Your cherishing affections
as my abiding place.
I’ll speak thanksgiving
and sing my heart to joy
and, wrapped inside them,
run into Your first embrace.

Those waking notions, dismal and despairing
are wiped away and leave no trace,
As You drench my soul in glory
while I behold Your lovely face.