Father by Amy Grant

Father, blessed father,
It's morning again.
I give you, father, myself, father,
Continue your plan.

I know together we can climb mountains in the sky.
No one can stop us when i'm standing by your side.

Trouble's knocking here again;
I'll tell him jesus has me by his hand.
He'll walk me through.

Father, loving father,
Create in me
A pure love, father, your love, father,
Instill it in me.

I remember the nights i've cried for you;
Now i only have to die for you;
Thank you, lord, you've made it clear just for me.

I see the light;
It's burning out the night.

Oh, father,
It's morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
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Morning.