I woke up this morning with spring in the air;

The sky is deep blue, and so perfectly clear.

The birds are out faithfully gathering their hay;

It seems obvious to me, this will be good day.

It’s a very good day, and all of it mine,

Pray, how shall I use twelve hours of good time?

I can sleep until noon, and goof it away,

Or go into action and have a good day.

This day is all mine, I can do as I please;

I will spend some time wisely, down on my knees,

Seeking for the Spirit to take full control,

And use every second to enrich my soul.