On the beach I can look up to the ocean

And there are Grand Tetons

Rising beside the waves' motion                                                                        Sands stretch beyond the distance

                                                                                                                                                         Of the eyes

                                                                                                                                      While the surf's doldrums

                                                                                                                                    Change only with the tides

                                                                    This is where creation began

                                                                    Feel the presence of the Lord?

                                                                                Is it all for man?

                                                                       Then it can not be ignored

The sunset showers God

In all His awesome glory

And the birds of the air

Sing out His wondrous story                                                                            These are things of the inheritance

                                                                                                                                                    For the meek

                                                                                                                                        So, praise God for it

                                                                                                                            On the first day of the week

                                                                        This is where it all begins

                                                                    Feel the presence of the Lord!

                                                                            Lifting all our sins

                                                                Unlocking praise which is stored

Satan took on a war

Of nothing but defeat

Now praise canít be stopped

On the first day of the week                                                                              Christ is the peace in our hearts

                                                                                                                                        After which we seek

                                                                                                                                            So we sing to Him

                                                                                                                                On the first day of the week

                                                                    It's the joyous day of the week

                                                                    In the presence of the Lord's

                                                                          No days that are bleak

                                                                    And no more time to be bored

It's the first day of the week

Thank You Lord, thank You

Itís the first day of the week

Praise You Lord, praise You                                                                        Thank You Lord, Thank You Lord

                                                                                                                Thank You Jesus, Youíre why we meet

                                                                                                                            And the reason today is always

                                                                                                                                    The first day of the week

                                                                    The first day of the week

                                                                        With the Lord Jesus

                                                                      Is everyday of the weak

                                                                When His strength comes to us


 First Day by Ronhales                                                                                                                                                                                                          Psalm 27:4

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