I elect this morning
Not to step on the crusted leaves
My footfalls are silent
The melody remains in tact
Heavenly birdsong echoes
And I listen in blissful state
Their song fills my ears,
And I hear the praises of God
I elect this morning
To appreciate the soft cries
That come from the back of
This beautiful house of the Lord
A young child, no doubt
Is held by their gentle mother
But wants nothing more than
To sing in the chorus of God
I elect this morning
To hear the praises in my heart
Everywhere that I go
The birdsong, the cries, the laughter
Let it all point me back to
The father who created it all
Let it all point me back to
The Father who created me
Once a small child in a pew,
Crying out to my Father who loves me
Today let us welcome
fledglings and the children of God
Let their songs rise to Him
May we delight in their praises