Awakening

When I arise each morning, Lord,
I cannot help but see
The great and wondrous blessings, Lord,
That you’ve prepared for me,

I open wide my window, Lord,
And feel soft breezes blow,
Look up into the clear blue sky,
And that is when I know

I see the sun rise in the east;
It speaks of hope and light.
Inside my weary heart it shines
And bids adieu to night.
Ruth Gillis