Monday morning, waking up
I rise from off my bed
And realize quite instantly
That I am not dead
So I shake my head real slowly
From side to side it flows
And a smile comes upon my face
It's time to praise the Lord

I praise Him that He gives me breath
To wake me up this day
I praise Him that my eyes still work
To see me on my way
I praise Him that I hear the sounds
That filter through my room
I praise Him that He's there with me
That I am not alone

I praise Him that my arms and hands
Still have the strength to hold
I praise Him that my legs will work
To take me where untold
I praise Him that I feel His love
Still shining from above
I praise Him that His spirit
Still comes in like a dove

And now, five minutes in the day
I know His wondrous grace
Has kept me through the night again
So I can praise His name