They gathered in the morning breeze
To lift a song of joy.
No matter what the day might bring,
They came out to enjoy.
Despite what it might bring,
Each day’s a new chance to rejoice,
Lift up my voice and sing.
With that much joy each day,
I, too, should learn to sing Your praise,
Whatever comes my way!
But I will sing of your strength; I will sing aloud of
your steadfast love in the morning. For you have been to me a fortress and a
refuge in the day of my distress.
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