Father

Amy Grant · Amy Grant [1977]

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.

Morning.

Morning.

Morning.

Morning.

Morning.

Morning.

Morning.

Morning.

Morning.