 Give me a song at the break of day, Give me a song lest the hours grow weary, Give me the lift of a song on the way. Days are so long and the burdens so heavy, Tired are the faces I see passing by; They seem so hungry, dear God and so helpless, O how they need some song from on high. So, if I covet one gift in the morning, It is the shine of the heavens in my face, Banishing gloom for the worn and the weary, Telling the story of infinite grace. ~Author Unknown~ |