I love my room when the morning sun
slips in to announce when dark is done
and light has come, a bright, young day
of life in Him to whom I pray.
I love the smell of cinnamon tea
and my dear love who brews it for me.
I love a taste of whole wheat toast
with butter, the spread I love the most.
I love a quiet place in my den–
it draws me in to wait and then
His Presence fills and warms the space
as my heart swells to receive His grace.
I love young girls who come to me
needing help as they try to be
mothers and wives in confusing years,
opening their hearts, sharing fears.
I love the light as the sun sinks low
And bathes the earth in rosy glow.
I love the chirps and cooing hums
Of bugs and birds as nightfall comes.
I love cool sheets on my big bed,
my pillow soft to rest my head.
I love deep rest and sleep in peace–
I know my Lord gives sweet release
I love when Dear One pats my hand
As I float away to slumber land.
I love the light. I love my life.
I love being a good man’s wife.