The sun is shining bright,
The air is cool and dry;
The flowers are in bloom,
The breeze whispers a sigh.

Oh, what a happy day,
God has blessed us again;
Christ died for us,
He has let us win.

Some days will be dark,
Clouds will gather above;
Oh, happy day,
We can't lose His love.

Tears will sometimes fall,
Sadness we think will reign;
But what a happy day,
God will count it gain.

No matter where we are,
In car, train, boat or bus;
On one thing we can count,
God will never leave us.

God loves me as me,
So, what can I say?
God is good and merciful,
Oh, what a happy day.

©Sandra S. Oidtman - 2011