Morning Song

I worship you Lord in the morning.
I worship you Lord in the morning.

Before the dawning of first light I lift my voice.
Before the calling of the fields I sing your praise.

I worship you Lord in the morning.
I worship you Lord in the morning.

With wind and trees in choral chant I pour out my heart.
With lilting birdsong on the breeze I declare your love.

I worship you Lord in the morning.
I worship you Lord in the morning.

6 July 2008 by Glen Alan Woods