Father, blessed father, It’s morning again. I give you, father, myself, father, Continue your plan.
I know together we can climb mountains in the sky. No one can stop us when I’m standing by your side.
Trouble’s knocking here again; I’ll tell him jesus has me by his hand. He’ll walk me through.
Father, loving father, Create in me A pure love, father, your love, father, Instill it in me.
I remember the nights I’ve cried for you; Now I only have to die for you; Thank you, lord, you’ve made it clear just for me.
I see the light; It’s burning out the night.
Oh, father, It’s morning. Morning. Morning. Morning. Morning. Morning. Morning. Morning. Morning. Morning. Morning. Morning. Morning. Morning. Morning. Morning. Morning. Morning. |