The devil sent a fox this day
To steal my joy away
In the midst of busyness
I was easy prey
I glimpsed within the morning mist
The sunrise on display
A little whisper said to me
Come my child and pray
In the dawning light
Past the clouds of gray
In the pasture wandering
The fox headed my way
I said a little prayer for him
And in its warmth, he lay
He felt the joy of morning light
And rolled, began to play
I couldn’t help but smile
His joy here to portray
What was meant for evil
Took another pathway
How beautiful this blessing
Of parable, convey
The joy meant to be stolen
God shared with all today