media
She Finds The Lord In The Morning Light
On a park bench at the break of dawnShe sits with her Bible the world is calmSunrise paints the sky
On a park bench at the break of dawnShe sits with her Bible the world is calmSunrise paints the sky
In the quiet of the morning with coffee in her handShe opens up the Good Book to see God’s holy
In nature’s embrace she finds her retreat Watching the Mockingbird’s melodious tweet Mountains stand tall and the rivers flow free
Cried out from the shadows Lost and weary I did roam Then He heard my desperate whisper Took my hand
By the lake she sits so still Bible open heart to fill Soul finds rest in peaceful grace Reads the
Lights on the Saguaro glowin’ real brightDesert stars winkin’ in the night Green arms reachin’ up to the sky Singing