Morning sun, and morning glories pouring down the hill through my window I can feel the ocean breeze Noisy sparrows fill the oak trees swallows can't stay still and in the glad commotion, Lord you speak to me
If rain clouds come, or the cold wind blows You're the one who goes before me and in my heart I know
That this good day,
it is a gift from you
The world is turning in its place because you made it to
I lift my voice to sing a song of praise on this good day