The Ordinary Wakes

The trees sparkle in June And the sky above seems closer to you The fiddle plays among the blades And the notes are bright and in tune The air echoes with song Praises on wings bounce off the sun Which beckons the flowers to bloom So bees can harvest its fruit The world is a wonder I'm dying to see Beyond my jaded eyes there lies a great mystery This is a masterpiece of grace, so there's no time to waste At the rise of the sun the ordinary wakes The artist wakes at dawn To stroke on the canvas that looks down upon Pallets of blue and white Whose deeps are teeming with life The whip whistles and cracks As a band of stallions bolt right past To quench the dry, parched lips And life will come from their midst The world is a wonder I'm dying to see Beyond my jaded eyes there lies a great mystery This is a masterpiece of grace, so there's no time to waste At the rise of the sun the ordinary wakes Leaves fall like tears onto the ground And the wind, it blows like the Spirit all around If I still can't see Your glory here Lord, let this blind man see the mystery The world is a wonder I'm dying to see Beyond my jaded eyes there lies a great mystery This is a masterpiece of grace, so there's no time to waste At the rise of the sun the ordinary wakes