A morning song

I give You thanks on this lovely morning,
for the sun is gentle on my eyes,
and the warmth is pleasant on my skin.
The wind whispers into my ears,
as I breeze past Your beautiful creations along the sidewalks.
The moon has gone to hide her face,
and the stars shy away from the morning light.
And all the guiltless ones come out of their dwellings
to bask in Your blessings and provisions.

Be careful! The pagan kings are crawling out of their beds,
to don their hermes ties and armani suits.
Anonymity is their armor, and deception is their sword.
They deceive the arrogant and the ignorant,
but the humble and vigilant shall escape from their tricks.
Because they arm themselves with Your word and see with their eyes;
and they surrender their possessions to hang on to Your promises.

And You, my Lord, who never sleeps,
on Your throne, You watch over us,
and with Your shield, You protect us.
When You turn Your face towards us, we rejoice;
when You shine Your light upon us, we are saved.
Your food fills our stomach, and Your word feeds our soul,
Your mercy pours upon us, and Your grace flows endlessly.
So let us sing Your praise for every new day,
let us marvel at the wonders of Your works,
let us love You and all of our neighbours,
and let us hold on to what is important to You.