Relax, You’re Not In Charge

I find myself in great enjoyment,
Of these early morning drives,
Cool wind through the windows,
Of the days beginning lives.

The sun is up just so,
It lays into my eyes,
Begging pardon for the blinding,
Still the moon commands the sky.

What shall I do with this gift been given,
Shall I pray, play, or die?
I await His Holy instruction,
And enjoy the ride shall I.

January 9, 2023