Morning Sun
Morning Glories
Pouring down the hill,
Through my window
I can feel the Ocean breeze.
Noisey Sparrows
Fill the oak trees
Swallows can't stay still,
And in the glad commotion
Lord, you speak to me.
If rain clouds come
Or the cold winds blow,
You're the One
Who goes before me
And in my heart I know
That this good day
It is a gift from you.
The world is turning in it's place
Because you made it to
I lift my voice
To sing a song of praise
On this good day.
----Fernando Ortega
"Home" CD
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