My Morning Song
My eye salutes the dawning day|
Within my breast begins to play
My Morning Song.
It's not the rhythmic beating drum
Or clashing cymbals that becomes
It's the lilting hymn of life's pleasures
Blended with sounds of heaven's treasure
Melodious song of violin
Winging soft on rippling wind
That becomes the music of my life.
And the music becomes me.
And I become the music.
Enchanted, I begin to sway
God, thank you for this glorious day
And all the blessings it may hold
Within my Morning Song.
And now I'm ready for my coffee.
By Morning Song
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