Good Morning Lord Poem by Crystal A Murray (C 2018 All Rights Reserved)
While I struggle to be an earlybird kinda person, for some reason, I keep writing things with βgood morningβ in their titles. So, just because this begins with that, please enjoy it as a prayer to start your new day at whatever time your morning might be. I wrote it years ago, so it’s a good time to present it with a new, pretty background and frame. This is my real prayer to The Almighty Creator who loves me, my Abba Yahveh, and I hope it’s one my readers can pray to Him as well.
Here it is in plain text in case the image makes it difficult to read….
GOOD MORNING LORD!
HERE I AM. I KNOW YOU HAVE PLANS… FOR THIS DAY; FOR ME; FOR ME IN THIS DAY. FOR MY LIFE, FOR ME IN THIS LIFE.
YOU ARE MY CREATOR. AND I AM YOUR CHILD. I AM NOT JUST AN EXPERIMENT. YOU MADE MANKIND (AND ME) IN YOUR IMAGE. YOU HAVE PERFECT PLANS. NOTHING SURPRISES YOU. I TRUST YOU.
I RECEIVE YOUR WISDOM ACCORDING TO WHAT YOU HAVE CHOSEN TO SHARE WITH ME IN THIS LIFE. I RECEIVE HEALING FROM YOUR HAND AND THROUGH YOUR HOLY AND PRECIOUS BLOOD THAT WILL NEVER LOSE ITS POWER!
MAY I LISTEN TO, AND HEAR, YOUR VOICE. MAY I SEE, AND KNOW, YOUR WILL FOR ME. MAY I FOLLOW, AND OBEY, YOU. MAY I SHOW YOU MY LOVE BY OFFERING YOU PRAISE, FOR ALL THAT YOU ARE, AND FOR ALL THAT YOU DO– THIS DAY AND FOREVER!
IN YOUR HOLY, MEMORIAL NAME, YAHVEH, AND IN THE NAME AND BLOOD OF MY MESSIAH YAHSHUA, AMEN AND HALLELUYAH!
Many years ago, I was on the phone with my sister, and she was heartbroken by the changes she saw in some of the young girls in her church. Puberty had taken hold of what used to be innocent little darlings in her Sunday School class, and pride seemed to be growing faster than their maturity. All that mattered was how they looked, who liked them (in their peer groups), and what was happening next in their busy calendars. They had become too busy and self-focused to even think about God or the lessons they were once taught.
I told her it was normal, and it didn’t mean she wasn’t a good teacher or that she had dropped the ball. It was part of learning how to let go of the apron strings and reach for the future. But, having once been teenage girls ourselves, we both knew what was happening and that it could be a dangerous time when peer pressure could lead to bad decisions that could negatively affect those futures.
As much as we want to prevent it for others, most of the time, people (especially teen people π) must learn on their own, and sometimes by hard lessons. But we can continue to shine a light of truth around them, so they’ll know where to look when they are confused or feel beat up by unreal expectations. In that vein, I put this poem together, and I love how it came out. It was also one of my first times using PowerPoint, so with days of trial and error, I finally created a video of the slideshow to present it. A wonderful Creative Commons soundtrack made it perfect. Enjoy the video, and/or read the words below. If you know a teen or young woman that can be inspired, please share it. And now….
Beyond the Mirror
Mirror, oh Mirror, please tell me what you see. Am I beautiful? Do I need more makeup? Am I the prettiest and best, with shining eyes for the whole world to see?
I want to be special. I NEED to be special! What are my gifts? Can I sing? Dance? Who am I, and what can I do to be wonderful on this earth? Oh, Mirror... Please tell me.
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What? Look in my pocket? Ooh, a bunch of smiles. Thank you. They'll be perfect for more selfies!
Um, tissue. Why tissue? I'm not sad. Am I getting sick?
Hold on... What is this? Bread? Why do I have bread in my pockets?
Wait! Why are my arms suddenly looking so muscular? And my shoulders... they're, they're getting so... so wide. Why? What's happening to me? This isn't what I asked for.
Mirror! Wait, Mirror... Where are you going? Mir...
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Oh, hello, sad little girl. I didn't see you before. Would you like a smile? Oh, she took it, and ran away with it. Oh my, where did all these sad people come from? Here, you can have a smile, too. And so can you, yes.
A tissue? Of course. Wow, I've used up all my smiles.
Oh, no, I see another sad child. What do I do? Wait, would you like some bread? It worked! He was just hungry.
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Why are you crying, lady? My shoulder? A hug? Sure, you can have those. Can I help you carry that burden, you ask? Yes, actually I can.
Wow, that was easier than I thought it would be. We worked well together.
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Whew, that was a busy day. I'm getting tired, but it's not a bad tired.
It's...oh, hello, Mirror. Where have you been?
One more smile, you say? Oh, yes, that looks much better on me than more makeup. Thank you. I see the real beauty now.
It was always there, huh? I just needed to look... Beyond the mirror.
Crystal is, like her name, multi-faceted. She can even write about herself in third person and only feel a little awkward about it. π She loves to write; she loves kaleidoscopes, fractals, and all things colorful; she loves her husband, her family, and her feline furkids;Β and mostly she loves Yahveh Almighty, her Creator. She believes her creative mind is in her DNA from Him, and she believes He sees His creations as she sees the images inside a kaleidoscope–all different yet all beautiful and most beautiful when light (His light) shines through them.