Good morning, do you need to hear
The King of love is to you near?
He’s chosen and created you 
With His pleasure in His view?
Is it possible this clay,
Failing, floundering, every day,
Could be loved so desperately
Recipient of a great mercy?
Could it be though tired and weak
And lacking fancy words to speak 
You are loved; there are no strings,
He lifts you up on eagle's wings. 
There’s freedom there up in the sky, 
Nearer, nearer to His eye
Which isn’t looking down with wrath
But with a Father’s tender warmth?
Any doubting ought be calmed 
By memory of the cross - a balm.
Jesus died redeeming His,
And He keeps His Promises.
So rest in love and grace and hope; 
Let accusations be unroped. 
May God bless you as you go 
About your day. May joy o’erflow.