Verse 1
Morning puts a question on the kitchen chair
What will you build with the hours waiting there?
I lace my shoes, I make a careful plan
Small steady steps become the life I can
Chorus:
No hand is promised at the garden gate
No gift arrives because we choose to wait
I have these hands, and you have yours to use
A better road begins with what we choose
Life can be good, so we begin today
Turn one small effort into a brighter way
For you, for me, for everyone at home
We make the shelter where our hearts can grow
Water does not flow beneath a resting stone
Move with your hope, and make your way your own
Verse 2
I mend the cupboard, save a little more
I learn the work I never knew before
A tired night still leaves a useful trace
A meal, a call, a smile across your face
life can be good
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