In the silence of the sunrise,
The birds begin their song;
The foundations of the world
Are hidden in the fog

You make the clouds Your chariot,
You make the wind Your messenger
You stretch the heavens like a tent;
How wise and many are Your works

Chorus:
I will sing to the Lord as long as I live,
The Master of the mountains is the Father who forgives
The hand of the Creator has filled the earth and sea,
The kaleidoscope of living, surrounding me

The luster, lewdly looking, leering,
Fearing one who knows is nearing,
Hides the way his heart is hearing
Whispers that he sins.

The gossip gathers green and gray,
In search of silver things to say;
Sin’s satisfaction cannot stay--
She tells her tale again.

Chorus:
Jesus Christ, Almighty Savior, God:
We bring our broken souls to You:
Yet again, we lift up our confession
Holy Spirit, make our hearts Your home;
Purify us with the Truth;
Call us out of sin into your arms . . . again.

How I miss the color of her smile
The living light she'd pour into my day
A breathing of the air again, a whisper to my trusted friend,
A gathering of life upon her face

Chorus:
I want to say this to the children:
Life is harder than you ever thought it would be
But in the darkness of the pain,
Standing on the edge of hell,
What is true may still be hidden,
Like a book high on a shelf
Persevere in love, my sons and daughters,
Do not leave the well
You will find the living water
When you serve someone besides yourself