When I arise each morning, Lord,
I cannot help but see
The great and wondrous blessings
That You've prepared for me.

I open wide my window, Lord,
And feel soft breezes blow;
I look up to the clear blue sky,
And that is when I know

Your love is reaching down to me,
The clouds of gray are gone;
Upon my window sill there sits
A robin filled with song.

I see the sun rise in the east;
It speaks of hope and light.
Inside my weary heart it shines
And bids adieu to night.

Copyright 1993 Ruth Gillis

Previously published in Poems of Praise November 1993


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