When I Rise

When the dew in the morning moistens the grass, I think about days that come and pass. One things for sure when I open my eyes, I thank God for keeping me when I rise. Things that I do as I grow an I learn, I fell better when it’s things that I know I’ve earned. Sometimes you start at the bottom but keep your thoughts on the prize, then you’re sure to progress and you surely will rise. I know I’ll be productive for as long as I live, an I’ll surely be blessed with all that I give. So as for me I just look to the skies, and send my praise to Him when I rise.