Louise Lee Winchip
In the beauty of the morning
When the sun awakes the world,
When the birds begin their singing
And the clouds are all unfurled.
Have you ever stopped to listen
As the darkness fades away,
When the golden dawn is breaking
And heralds in the day?
If you've never seen the glory
Of the rising of the sun,
Now's the time to do this
For at least, just even one.
Your heart will swell with praises
As you see the beauty there,
You will find your spirit soaring
And your heart bowed down in prayer.