Give me days to sing your Glory

Give me days to sing your Glory,
With young birds at pinkish dawn,
Dear Lord, I'm truly sorry,
For my wickedness...Be drawn
To the cross....saved through your wounds,
Crucified... my only love,
Teach to  walk on Savior"s grounds,
 look above and feel beyond
Earthly passions, fears, cheers,
Lead me to the marvelous land...
White cold dew ....repentance...tears,
Near by white  Angels stand.