Coming to my senses
Is not just an emotional awakening of the soul
But to taste, touch, smell, hear and see when the day unfolds
Praying I won’t be blinded by cloudy lenses.
The gift of life can be wasted and there is nothing sadder
What if we have one or more of our senses taken away
Do we curse our luck, like we have no value like a tossed away piece of clay
Yes life gives us challenges and it’s how we use our lives that matters.
Some days I can only feel hot or cold on my right side
But their is nothing wrong with my taste buds when eating a meal
Or the smell of beautiful flowers from a freshly cut field
Taking delight in the song of a bird and watching it glide.
Then again I need to come to my senses and to be free
For the things I do have and seeking favor
To the God who gives me breath and life to savour
We all have strengths and weaknesses you see.
And who am I to tell you what to believe and say what’s right
Just know with this life we have the choice to receive
So we can give with our abundance of riches and truly breath
No I am not just talking about money though that is nice.
It is our talent, time, teaching and a helping hand
No matter the challenges that lay ahead today
We can make a difference in our work and play
Rich or poor, sickness or health we can say I will and I can.
Making this world a better place should be appealing
To lift a brother or sister up who needs love, mercy and grace
Leaving a legacy for family, friends to follow while they see us life with a joyful face
Coming to one’s senses gives a person no greater feeling.
By Ty Stingel
February 8, 2014