Morning Riser

Pain spreads on my foot as I touch –
The cool floor beside my bed.
The golf ball below my phalanges,
Sends warning signs to my head.

I glance down at the bruise that is left,
From the shot a few days ago.
I wonder why I even bothered,
As I cringe and fire sets it aglow!

Hobbling to the bathroom so slow,
My body feels every move I make.
My back, knees, and hips scream,
As if they are moving to a quake.

I pray a little more as I move,
And I feel Him answering my plea.
Each step seems to get easier,
And I thank Him for answering me!