Good Day By Forrest Frank

I remember back when I was low as a rug

Now I'm standing up, look at what my Father does

Turning old things new, grey skies blue

Hear the church saying "won't he do it"

I know He's got my back

That's why I'm singing that

I'm 'bout to have a good day (good day)

No matter what they say (what they say)

The sun is shining down on me, birds are singing praise