The morning comes with light to my soul
And lo I knew its source.
For the night had been dark for long
Lost in my sins
Alarmed dismay the morning will sing
Frantic noise I cannot sustain
To arise again to this gall and bitterness
Yea this bitterness of my hardened soul.
That cup in which He trembled to drink
I did entirely reflect that double was my portion of it.
For no sinner like me there ever was and will ever be
I was frayed,
Dreading to wake.
But I never knew in the sunrise
Kind-heartedness He would confirm
That He would breathe life into me
Escorting me to repentance,
And once again cause a Praise
From the mouth of a pitiful saint