To the Creator I desire to sing A psalm of thanks at morning's light. When I awake and open spring My eyes to beauty, pure and bright. When sun in golden gauze appears And rises noble o'er the town, My gratitude through all the years I lift from soul, a psalm of renown. The Spirit fills me to the brim— And in that moment's sacred bond, On wings to heaven's heights I swim— A child in communion with the fond. The psalm of thanks will never cease, Though twilight shadows creep and fall. Prayer with the Lord brings perfect peace, For faith in God is my all in all.
