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.
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