What a great song that praises the morning, new rain, first grass. Oh, remember the soft grass between your bare toes, or the beauty of fresh dew on the ground making small rainbows. A person singing praise for waking up that morning and loving the world and God's creations.
I would play this one the piano and my Uncle would sit beside me and sing. He had a beautiful voice and everyone would gather around to listen, He played his guitar and sang all the time and we loved it.
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