He knows the forest floor nand the way that it moves nlike waves on the ocean.nHe rises with the sun, njust to see the light shine non the path before him.nAnd sometimes he feels like nhe’s walking on waternnIt’s the miracle of day, nand it beckons him to stay,nand he says halleluiah nfor the morning.nnWhen night is closing innand he feels like a child nbacked into a corner,nhe can’t communicatenwith the weight that he has nwrapped around his shoulders.nAnd sometimes he feels like nhe can’t bare the darkness.nnBut the miracle of day nbeckons him to stay.nAnd he says, nhalleluiah for the morning,nhalleluiah for beginning again,nbeginning again.nnIt feels like life and deathnuntil he gets it off his chest.nAnd he screams into the dark, nthe night won’t take his heart.nAt those times he feels like nhe’s moving a mountain.nnIt’s the miracle of day, nand it beckons him to stay,nand he says halleluiah for the morning,nhalleluiah for the morning,nhalleluiah for beginning again,nbeginning again.nnAnd sometimes he feels like he’s walking on water.n