I'm sitting in the morning breeze
At lovely seventy degrees,
The birds, all flying through the air,
Seem not to have a single care,
Except their joy in tree and glade
That here's the day the Lord has made!
And I, with coffee and i-Pad
Am moved to write that I am glad
I can this Sunday just sit back
And have the Sabbath often lacked
By not just pastors, but all kinds
Of people for whom work defines
Their life! Yet even God assigned
A day when he could rest his mind
And body, and just take his ease
While sitting in the morning breeze.
Scott L. Barton
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