I'm on a flight home this morningnAnd I can't help but stare at YounMy face pressed against this little windownThe sky explodes in praise to You nTo YounI know my words can't wrap their armsnAround You tight enoughnBut still I'll try in this simple songnTo You, my JesusnnBecause the more I fight it, the more I love YounAs my eyes widen, I have to tell YounnThere's nothing like waking upnWaking up to YounThere's nothing like waking upnWaking up to YounOh, waking up to YounnI am small, but I have seennThe same sun rise over nIndia and Ohio fieldsnTo strengthen the heart of this cowardnSo in every language, from every hurtnWe echo affection back to You, LordnnThere's nothing like waking upnWaking up to YounThere's nothing like waking upnWaking up to YounnI was dead, so You became my lifenI couldn't see it, so You became my eyesnI was dead, so You became my lifenI couldn't see it, so You became my eyesnnThere's nothing like waking upnWaking up to YounThere's nothing like waking upnWaking up to You nI wouldn't trade waking upnWaking up to you