Morning

Lord, I love Thy morning

When the sun breaks through;

When the birds are glad with singing,

And the grass is wet with dew;

When the world is full of living,

and all nature seems to pray,

“Thou hast kept us through the darkness,

Father, guide us through the day.”

For it always will remind me

It was morning in my soul,

On the day I met my Saviour,

When He touched and made me whole.

By Barbara C. Ryberg