Quiet Time (1994)
An early morning prayer
A song to the sky
My heart lays before you
The Spirit draws nigh
Adoration and music
Praise abounds from my soul
I fall in love with my Savior
His touch makes me whole
I whisper His name
The heavens rejoice
A new language unfolds
Ringing clear from my voice
In the name of the Father
I bow to the knee
I surrender with promise
My Lord strengthens me
The sun rises before me
I look to the dawn
Fresh fragrance of morning
To its scent I am drawn
For this day I am grateful
For the rich living streams
Of the unwritten poem
The beginning of dreams
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