A perfect day with skies of blue,
my thoughts, my Father turn to You
while the sun is on its morning rise
I pray for You, to help make me wise.
As the morning sings its new song,
my heart for You begins to long
for today is Yours, for me to embrace
I pray to be filled with Your grace.
I trust You under the warming sun,
to continue the work which You begun
for the morning sun will be hot by noon
I know the branches, You need to prune.
As I toil through the heat of the day,
I know You will guide, lead the way
for the pruning is done to perfect in me
the life of Christ, for other’s to see.
As the day comes to a sun kissed end,
I thank You Father, for being my friend
for, today was indeed a perfect one . . .
to produce more fruit, for Your Son!
“Every branch in me
that beareth not fruit he taketh away:
and every branch that beareth fruit,
he purgeth it, that it may bring forth more fruit.”
King James Version
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Deborah Ann Belka