What do I have in this life That you have not given to me Every morning, mercies falling Grace amazing, extended to me I could not earn this I don't deserve it Every good and perfect gift is coming from above The Father of Light The Lord of Love The God of Truth It's all from You The silent whisper can still the waters You breathe out favor so undeserved And my desire is for Your glory to shine out of me, So You are all they will see Mercy in the morning light, grace consuming like a fire Joy when I am hurting, peace inside of suffering Life and love and healing to me You are imparting My life I am losing, heaven I am gaining