On morning’s light your love arrives,
New strength and mercy to revive.
My heart you mend, my thirst you slake,
You offer peace and I partake. You help me thrive.
On morning’s light your ode resounds.
In birdsong your sweet voice abounds.
Your whisper floats on gentle breeze
And hearing puts my soul at ease, on solid ground.
On morning’s light your Word is dear;
Though read before, is crystal clear.
When once I struggled, now I see.
My mind, your Spirit’s broken free; I feel you near.
On morning’s light your warmth pervades
Like yeast in dough or light in shade,
Surrounding me in quiet calm,
A lovely still-life, real-life psalm, a serenade.
On morning’s light you smell so sweet.
My cup is full, I feel complete.
You are my Life, my God, my Friend,
My Savior, Prince until the end, until we meet.
On morning’s light I cast a smile
Although it will be quite a while
Until I see you face to face
And run to you in warm embrace, I’ll sit awhile