I arise in the morning to
a soft gentle dawn
All to worship and praise You
and to sing a new song
The leaves lightly play
in the soft summer breeze
And the birds are awaking
in Your beautiful trees
All creation is stirring
and the darkness has passed
I gaze up at the sky
so blue and so vast
I gaze up in wonder
at Your pink rolling hills
And I feel Your presence
and ask for Your will
The sun rises up
in the palm of Your hand
And the light chases darkness
from the face of the land
I look 'round in great awe
and ask myself "why?"
O, why would You do this
for a wretch such as I?
Clouds scuttle over
the skies where You bid
And the fish in the water
go beneath and are hid
Vastly great is Your wisdom
so in part do we see...
I'll arise in the morning
You've given to me.