Mornings

As I sit in the office
Under the altar
On Tuesdays
I see light
I hear children.
My office mates
Won't see clients
In the morning.
That leaves all mornings
For me.
They don't know
What they are missing
Me?
I cherish the children
The wheels on the bus
Go round and round
Jesus loves me
This I know.
They don't know
What they miss.