Tuesday Morning Lights

Tuesday morning light through lace curtains. Coffee's on and the whole world's turning. Same old chair, same old view. Lord, I still wake up thanking you. Photographs in wooden frames. Faces smiling, calling my name. Time moves on, but love stays near. I feel them all still sitting here. It's just another Tuesday, simple And slow. Sun coming up With a golden glow. I've lived enough to finally see. The little things meant everything to me. No big crowds, no shining fame. Just quiet grace in Jesus' name. On an ordinary Tuesday, I'm rich in every way. The phone don't ring like it used to do. Kids got lives they're running to. But I don't blame them, I understand. I once was young with restless hands. Now the garden grows outside. Roses blooming where tears once cried. Every wrinkle tells my story. Every scar still sings His glory. It's just another Tuesday, Calm and bright. Peace sitting here in morning Light. I've learned at last what matters most. A thankful heart and the Holy Ghost. No fancy words, no grand display. Just grace that carries me each day. On an ordinary Tuesday, I'm already on my way. Just another Tuesday. Just another Tuesday. Just another Tuesday.