This Good Day

This Good Day
Fernando Ortega

Morning sun and morning glories
Pouring down the hill,
Through my window
I can feel the ocean breeze.

Noisy sparrows fill the oak trees
Swallows can't stay still,
And in the glad commotion
Lord, You speak to me

If the rain clouds come
Or the cold winds blow,
You're the one who goes before me
And in my heart I know

That this good day
It is a gift from You.
The world is turning in its place
because You made it to.
I lift my voice
To sing a song of praise
On this good day.

I will walk to Woodman's Cove,
The fishing boats are leaving,
Seagulls follow just above the water.
I will wait until the sunset
Brings them home again,
Rigging lines and anchors in the harbor.

If the rain clouds come
Or the cold winds blow,
You're the one who goes before me
And in my heart I know

That this good day
It is a gift from You.
The world is turning in its place
because You made it to.
I lift my voice
To sing a song of praise
On this good day.

If the rain clouds come
Or the cold winds blow,
You're the one who goes before me
And in my heart I know

That this good day
It is a gift from You.
The world is turning in its place
because You made it to.
This good day
It is a gift from You.
The world is turning in its place
because You made it to.
I lift my voice
To sing a song of praise
On this good day.