

Pieces of the morning in my hands
Light is finding every place I am
I was made of little shattered hours
Turning in the dark to find my name
Then the day came through the quiet window And it showed me
I was not the same
Every broken edge began to open
Every silence carried something true
Now I feel the sky beneath my breathing And the road
is wide enough to move I can feel it gathering
Gold across the air What was small is waking up
There is strength already there
Pieces of the morning,
pulling me to life Putting all my colors in the open sky
I am more than every night I walked through
I am rising, I am clear,
I am true Pieces of the morning,
shining in my chest Turning all the weight into a place to
rest With my heart wide open,
I can finally see All this light was always growing into me
Now the mirrors hold a kinder picture Not perfection,
just a steady flame I can carry all my former questions And
still walk forward without any shame There is wonder in the smallest
motion There is power in a patient start I am building from
a quiet center Morning making rivers through my heart Let it come
in waves of mercy Let it fill the hidden rooms
Every door inside me opening Every root beginning to bloom
Pieces of the morning,
pulling me to life Putting all my colors
in the open sky I am more than every night I walked
through
I am rising, I am clear,
I am true Pieces of the morning,
shining in my chest Turning all the weight into a place to
rest With my heart wide open,
I can finally
see All this light was always growing into me
Morning in pieces, whole in me
Morning in pieces, setting me free