Sunday Morning
Father Here I Am, On Sunday Morning
Basking Quietly In Your Glory
Drinking My Coffee And Confiding In You
All Of My Thoughts, All Of My Truths
Waiting For The World To Wake Up
So At Church I Can Fill My Spiritual Cup
Sharing With OthersThe Glory Of Your Love
Singing Our Praises To You Father In Heaven Above
So Many Time's Father This Last Week
You Helped Me To Stay On My Feet
Each Time My Thoughts Began To Darken
Yours Is The Voice To Which My Heart Harkened
Each And Every Day By Your Grace
I Am Truly Humbled And Amazed
Every Time I Stumble And Stub My Toe
You Smile Tenderly At Me And Point Out The Proper Way To Go
You Tell Me Every Day That I Am Yours
When I Knock You Open Every Door
And When What I Find There Isn't What I'm Looking For
You Encourage Me To Try Knocking On A Few More
There Are Many Stumbling Blocks In My Daily Path
When I Step Over Them And Move On I Hear Your Joyful Laugh
When I Get Stuck You Open Your Loving Arms
Gathering Me Close, Gently Guiding, So That I Come To No Harm
Your Love Is What I Have Been Searching My Whole Life For
I Understand The Trials Of My Past Were So That I Could Appreciate You All The More
When I Finally Opened To You My Hearts Battered Door
You Took Me In Your Arms And Whispered, Gently, "Hush Child, Cry No More"
I'm No Longer The Person I Used To Be
For That I Give Thanks Eternally
Thank You Father For Giving Me The Sight To Now See
That Your Love Has Always Carried Me