Morning songs rise from cardinals and jays
Joining my heart in unending praise.
For each blade of grass,
Each creature I see,
All speak of Your glory,
Your great majesty.

Mighty oaks tell me of Your steadfast love.
Whispering clouds write Your presence above.
The voice of the ocean, the crash of the waves,
Remind me Your power is mighty to save.

My soul is humbled, and I bend my knee
For in Your great mercy, 
You chose to save me.



Zephaniah 3:17 The Lord thy God in the midst of thee is mighty; he will save, he will rejoice over thee with joy; he will rest in his love, he will joy over thee with singing.

Genesis 24:26 And the man bowed down his head, and worshipped the Lord.

Photo – Morning Sky, Beth Mims