Letra Father Amy Grant

Father

Father, blessed father,
Its morning again.
I give you, father, myself, father,
Continue your plan.

I know together we can climb mountains in the sky.
No one can stop us when Im standing by your side.

Troubles knocking here again;
Ill tell him jesus has me by his hand.
Hell walk me through.

Father, loving father,
Create in me
A pure love, father, your love, father,
Instill it in me.

I remember the nights Ive cried for you;
Now I only have to die for you;
Thank you, lord, youve made it clear just for me.

I see the light;
Its burning out the night.

Oh, father,
Its morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.