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Morning sun, morning glories
Pouring down the hill
Through my window
I can feel the ocean breeze
Noisy sparrows fill the oak trees
Swallows can't stay still
And in the glad commotion
Lord, You speak to me
If rain clouds come
Or the cold winds blow
You're the one who goes before me
And in my heart I know
That this good day, it is a gift from You
The world is turning in its place
Because You made it to
I lift my voice to sing a song of praise
On this good day
I will walk to woodman's cove
The fishing boats are leaving
Seagulls follow just above the water
I will wait until the sunset
Brings them home again
Rigging lines and anchors in the harbor
If rain clouds come
Or the cold winds blow
You're the one who goes before me
And in my heart I know
This good day, it is a gift from You
The world is turning in its place
Because You made it to
I lift my voice to sing a song of praise
On this good day
If rain clouds come
Or the cold winds blow
You're the one who goes before me
And in my heart I know
This good day, it is a gift from You
The world is turning in its place
Because You made it to
This good day, it is a gift from You
The world is turning in its place
Because You made it to
I lift my voice to sing a song of praise
On this good day
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