Morning Glory

I raised my head and looked up so high
For I felt a presence there
A breath so sweet, so pure and soft
Was blowing across my face and through my hair.

I am so glad I had my head
Turned towards the heavenly skies,
For if I had been looking down that night
The breath of God would surely pass me by.

I quickly raised my hands in praise
And felt so small and meek.
And as the tears began to fall
I felt God's had brushed softly ore my cheek

So now each day I stop a while
And raise my hands in praise
Waiting for God's tender touch
And feel His pure, sweet breath upon my face.