Such a breeze that never fades,
We love God. We hear his songs.
Morning has arrived. We wake up.
We wake up to start fresh work.
Golden red sun comes up gradually,
We again feel power to stand more.
Truth about eternity is perceived,
God’s grace bestows upon us daily
Waiting for morning breeze we rest,
Now sun calls us to grow toward God.
Merciful our father is, he comes near,
He dandles us in lap of Earth we feel,
Destination is fixed with new sunrise,
Trees are eager to run with time fast.