I love the rest of the night,

the sounds of crickets delight,

but if you asked me,

what gives me pure glee,

why mornings of brilliant bright light.

Open the curtins real wide,

raise these blinds of mine.

The windows open,

my word how unspoken,

does the glorious day star shine.

I raise my hands to God on high,

for letting me see another sunrise.

For in this undeserved day,

I rejoice to say,

this is what awakes me by and by.