This Is The Day (6:30am)

It's 6:30 am, sun rises on the city again,

And hands reach over

From the bedclothes warm,

And punch that button on the stupid alarm,

And a baby starts to cry

And the coffee goes on,

But they don't even know:

That this is the day that the Lord has made

They were meant to rejoice and be glad in it

For the times and the seasons

Are in Your hands

But they don't even know.

It's 8:30 am, they're walking off to school again,

An angel at their shoulder

And a pocket full of hope,

And a natural resistance determined to cope,

With whatever lies before them

On the slippery slope

But they don't even know:

It's 5:30pm, they're all sitting down to eat again,

She's a single young mother,

He's a noisy child,

He's a lonely lost father who's forgotten his smile,

They're a family in trouble,

But they're gonna get by

But they don't even know:

It's 10.30 pm, sunset upon this city again,

It's a circle of life

On a dead end train,

Is it just another morning with some more of the same?

Shouldn't somebody be singing,

A simple refrain

So that they might even know?