MORNING GLORY
MORNING GLORY THE SUN COMES SOFTLY THROUGH MY WINDOW AND GENTLY KISSES ME ON THE CHEEK ANOTHER MORNING OF GLORY MY SAVIOR AWAKES ME FROM MY SLEEP THE BIRDS SING HIS PRAISES OH, WHAT A BEAUTIFUL MORNING NOTHING IS QUITE AS BEAUTIFUL AS HIS BEAUTIFUL MORNING GLORY FLOWERS ARE A SPECIAL THING THEY BRING JOY TO OUR LIVES THEY BRIGHTEN THE DARKEST ROOM AND TURN A FROWN INTO A SMILE THOUGHT THEY ARE QUITE BEAUTIFUL THEY COULD NEVER TELL THE STORY NOTHING IS QUITE AS BEAUTIFUL AS HIS BEAUTIFUL MORNING... Sign in to see full entry.