Morning.
Your light rises.
Your choir of birds sing.
Your green growth stretches toward the blue.
Your stillness fills.
Your people come together to call on you.
It is [more than] enough.
I abide.

Morning.
Your light rises.
Your choir of birds sing.
Your green growth stretches toward the blue.
Your stillness fills.
Your people come together to call on you.
It is [more than] enough.
I abide.