The Sun

As the sun rises over the east.
I ponder what my day will bring,
so much to do yet so little time,
til the sun falls behind the horizon.

God created it in his majesty.
The sun rises in the east,
and it sets in the west,
keeping us in perfect harmony.

"How did He do it?" I ask in wonder.
"How could He know?" I ponder.
The sense it would make ,
to divide up our day.

As the sun sets on a busy day,
I think of His bountiful blessings,
wondering what tomorrow will bring ,
when the sun rises high in the sky.

7-19-11

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