I rise in the morning with lifted, dancing hands.
I rise to see the sunburst in the sky;
To feel the blinding warmth of light
wrapping me in love as I sing.
There’s joy in the morning,
there’s hope in our hearts
as we lift our voice together in this place.
And as sure as the morning returns, day by day,
our hope will be revealed face to face.
I know in the morning
my feet are like deep roots;
Pulling water — living water — to my soul;
When I dance in the morning,
making footprints in the sand, I know:
There’s joy in the morning,
there’s hope in our hearts
as we lift our song together in this place.
And as sure as the morning returns, day by day,
our hope will be revealed face to face.
Sharon Augsburger