In the morning at the top of the stairs
And you told me you were scared
Oh, the glory that the Lord has made
When the light pressed up against your shoulder blade
I could see what you were reading
Oh, the glory when he took our place
And the complications when I see his face
Just to prove that he was sorry
And the cardinal hits the window
In the morning when you finally go
With the pictures of your mother
And the complications you could do without
Sunday night when I cleaned the house
We lift our hands and pray over your body
I find the card where you wrote it out
Tuesday night at the Bible study
Oh, the glory that the Lord has made
But he took my shoulders and he shook my face
When I found out you had cancer of the bone
In the living room when you kissed my neck
When I kissed you on the mouth
When your father found out what we did that night
Your father cried on the telephone
And he drove his car to the navy yard
Golden rod and the 4-H stone
Songwriter: Sufjan Stevens
In the morning through the window shade
I remember at Michael's house
The things I brought you
With my shirt tucked in and my shoes untied
And the nurse runs in with her head hung low
On the floor at the great divide
In the morning in the winter shade
Oh, the glory when you ran outside
Publisher: NEW JERUSALEM MUSIC PUBLISHING
And I almost touched your blouse
In the morning in the window
And you told me not to follow you
I am crying in the bathroom
With your shirt tucked in and your shoes untied
I thought I saw you breathing
On the first of March on the holiday
But nothing ever happens
And he takes and he takes and he takes