The crisp night air is fading, giving way to golden light.
The sky’s a canvas painted orange, with streaks of pink and blue,
It’s filtering through the treetops, looking green, and gold, and bright.
The birds are chirping sweetly now,
Of a day brand new.
God made the morning lovely- just by telling it to be,
He made it only with a word,
He made it just for me.