Early one morning, Lord
Before my eyes were even open wide
I hopped on my bicycle
And went for a ride through your countryside.
Peta! Peta! Peta!
Shrilled a titmouse as it called for the sun,
And a bobwhite answered from out in the grass,
While a loquacious mocking bird seemed determined not to be outdone.
A dairy herd stood silently in a bog,
The cow's glassy eyes peering somberly through the early morning fog.
A stock pond, glimpsed through the trees,
Eerily misting from giving off heat.
And then a little green heron left its perch in a tree
And flew along beside me for a few hundred feet.
Your whole world was beautiful, Lord,
As the sun inched over the trees,
And thousands of diamonds sparkled out in the grass, all made of dew.
It was a good time for thinking, Lord, and I thought about
thanking you.