Album: Home

This Good Day

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.

Chorus:
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,
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.

Chorus (2x)