Verse 1
The morning slips through the cabin blinds,
Like Heaven breathing one more time.
Golden colors kiss the water’s face,
Turning every ripple into grace.
The lake lies still like polished glass,
Holding yesterday but letting it pass.
A gentle breeze writes across the shore,
Whispering, “You don’t need much more.”
Pre-Chorus
Every sunrise tells my soul,
Peace is found in letting go.
Chorus
This morning is a mirror of a thankful heart,
Where every little moment is a work of art.
The water shines like hope so clear,
Washing every worry that I carried here.
The wind reminds me life moves slow,
Where love has room enough to grow.
If Heaven has a front porch view,
I believe it looks like this one too.
Verse 2
The loons begin their morning song,
Like they’ve known this place all along.
Birds awaken every tree,
Singing through the morning breeze.
Fish break through the glass-like lake,
Chasing bugs with every wake.
We’ll cast our lines with hopeful hearts,
Dreaming of a trophy from the dark.
Or fill our limits by day’s end,
For a fish fry shared with family and friends.
Pre-Chorus
No rushing clocks, no city sound,
Just peace in every inch around.
Chorus
This morning is a mirror of a thankful heart,
Where every little moment is a work of art.
The water shines like hope so clear,
Washing every worry that I carried here.
The wind reminds me life moves slow,
Where love has room enough to grow.
If Heaven has a front porch view,
I believe it looks like this one too.
Bridge
Coffee’s brewing on the old wood stove,
Morning light begins to glow.
The family’s sleeping, quiet and still,
Wrapped beneath the morning chill.
Then little footsteps hit the floor,
Tiny laughs race through the door.
They’re up before the break of day,
Waking everyone their own sweet way.
Soon we’re gathered on the dock together,
Making memories that last forever.
Final Chorus
This morning is a picture time can’t erase,
Every laugh and every smiling face.
The lake still shines like crystal clear,
Holding every season we’ve shared here.
The loons still sing, the soft winds blow,
Teaching hearts what they already know.
The richest life we’ll ever find,
Is love, God’s peace, and a little more time.
Outro (Soft)
The sunrise climbs… the shadows fade…
The gentle breeze still skims the lake…
Loons are calling… children laugh…
Coffee’s warm… and nothing’s rushed…
We’ll chase that trophy… or catch our share…
Then gather ’round with thankful prayers.
Another fish fry… another day…
Another memory… on the lake…
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