The Glory of Morning

I wake to the edge of the canyon so deep,
In the eve of the morn' stirring from sleep.
Refreshed and revived my Lord beckons to haste,
To join Him this day and kneel at this place.

Though eyes in this world are blinded to sight,
His gaze is cut through us to look for the light.
The depth of my soul where darkness once reigned,
He quenches my spirit and fans at the flame.

Once sinner now servant and paid for a price,
Emanual came, died and rose for our plight;
And bids me now come, and open mine eyes
To the glory of morning cast in the skies.

Now the sun sets it's crown on the dawn of the day,
Now humble I'll walk in the path of God's way.