God, this morning Your sun arose at the exact minute set for it,
Today the grass is covered with diamonded dew,
And all the birds are singing their brightest morning songs to You.
I heard the trees whispering – was it a prayer, or was it praise?
In the flower bed, the black-eyed Susan turned up her face
the rose in full bloom sent her fragrance heavenward.
And I am ready too, Lord, to put on my garment of praise,
I stand in awe that You love me and so I bend my knee,