Morning breaks and waters flow
Sending songs, wardrums through soul
Weathered these my yearning stones
Where once peace rul'd, deafening roar

Morning breaks to godly hymns
Thunderous white, most kingly gold
Soars beyond the hills and trees
When deliverance beckons bold

Morning breaks, our eyes aflame
Thine the hand that stays your hope
To kindle trust, Love but a name
Spendthrift lays the time for words.


(alvorada, hoje)