What joy does come at first day break
My existing life, not past heartache
The demorlizations, the decadant deeds
That plagued me for years, with blanket and speed
The flavor of blessings, not the years of rotten decay
That are placed in line for my spirit to day
No longer fearful, for my soul; has found peace
A new man is born, the old man deceased
The path that I follow, men and women both go
Sometimes quickly, sometimes so slow
My need to serve others Iearn to cultivate
To treat my sicken sprit I no longer wait
The kindness I sought, found in the goodness I give
A true unique experience, and a new way to live
What claim to happiness comes at days end
Prayer,peace,sleep, then first light again