In The Morning
Bill Batstone
I remember the old days
the miracles of long ago
I reached my hands to you once more
come and feel my thirsty soul
let me hear your kindness lord in the morning
let me see which way to go in the morning
the ones I fear who caught me and pulled my hope to the ground
theres no escape for me somehow
left my darkness on the round
let me hear your kindness lord in the morning
let me see which way to go in the morning