The Present

                   Every sunrise is a present, a gift from God above,
                    Gift-wrapped with scarlet ribbons and tied with
                                        bows of love.

                   Each day's a new beginning, a time to start a new,
                    While all the stars are sleeping, and the rose is
                                      fresh with dew.

                    Everyday's a new creation, too lovely to ignore,
                   and we may find a blessing, just outside our door.

                    We cannot keep the past, like fireflies in a jar;
                     Nor journey to the future by wishing on a star.

                   Every sunrise is a blessing, a gift for just today.
                  Rejoice, my friend, embrace it before it fades away

                                   by    Clay Harrison