Isaiah 61:3
To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness;
Each morning rise and shine.
The sun comes up and we arise.
The night sleep in the eyes.
Shake the ashes from the flesh.
The day comes with joy planned but mourning can soon follow.
The praise of the savior in the lips.
Let the ashes fall and like the phoenix rise to new day.
Lay the heaviness aside.
Take up the praise of the new day we are alive.
Not Judged, Just Loved 