Beautiful morning Lord
Mist and dew
Beautiful morning Lord
As I speak of gratitude
Beautiful morning Lord
Resounding in rooster’s crow
Beautiful morning Lord
Sparrows lend a song
Beautiful morning Lord
Hear squirrels rustle through trees
Scuffle about busily
Taking it all in with eyes closed
Seeing a beautiful morning Lord
Through hearing and not by sight
Beautiful morning Lord
No words now
Only the sting of hot tears cooling in the mist
as they run down my cheeks
beautiful morning Lord
as I send off my prayers to You
another glorious morning Lord
still wonders to be found
by those who seek
still wonders to be found
by those who seek