Good Morning Father . . . Here I come
To bow before your throne
I have to see you bright and early
So you can set the tone

I have to feel your gentle touch
Your brush against my skin
I have to seek your forgiveness
Just in case I slipped and sinned

So hide me in your SECRET PLACE
That's where I long to be
Beneath the shadow of your Mighty Wing
So your Glory I can see

Lord hide me in your SECRET PLACE
Just wrap me in your love
Place your hands upon me
And cling just like a glove

Where can I go . . . What can I do
If I just don't feel your touch
I need to have the assurance
This morning . . . Yes Lord . . . So much

Just hide me in your SECRET PLACE
BEFORE I start my day
Anoint your servant with WISDOM and POWER
In all I do and say

Many may not understand me
Once I've come back from this place
But during the course of my busy day
Just give them a little taste