The morning's refreshing, with clean, healthy air
and sets minds to wond'ring ‘bout God's loving care.
He walks in His garden as night starts to fail
and spreads all His dewdrops from a bottomless pail.
His grass is the greenest, plants tended with love,
and trees sown at random all blessed with His love.
Birds in the treetops assembled in throngs
all placed by our Master and singing their songs.
The flowers He planted in thousands of beds
are colored perfection of dazzling spreads.
Yes... His mornings of soft tranquility
induce reflection on His ability.