Morning Prayer on Wood

The shadows stretch

across the wooden floor

I lay my heavy keys

beside the door

And in the quiet of

this fading light

I bow my head to thank you

for the night

There is a grace

that holds me when I fall

A steady hand

that guides me through it all

You heal the dust

and make the spirit whole

And pour your quiet peace

into my soul

My hands are tired from

the daily race

But here I find a sanctuary

space

Every breath becomes

a silent plea

For strength to be the man

you made of me

There is a grace

that holds me when I fall

A steady hand

that guides me through it all

You heal the dust

and make the spirit whole

And pour your quiet peace

into my soul

(ooh,

into my soul)

Into my soul

(hm-mmm) Thank you for the night