Golden edges, butter bright
Morning tastes like mercy's light
The toast is warm, the honey slow
It gilds the crust with amber glow
And every simple bite I take
Reminds me what the Lord can make
O taste and see that He is good
Every morning, every food
Taste and see, the Lord is good
Blessed the heart that's understood
Every crumb of every day
Is grace He gives along the way
I used to rush right past this meal
Too quick to taste, too numb to feel
But slowness is a kind of prayer
That finds His goodness everywhere
O taste and see that He is kind
A refuge for the weary mind
Taste and see, the Lord is good
Blessed the heart that's understood
Every crumb of every day
Is grace He gives along the way
Those who seek Him lack no thing
Even sparrows learn to sing
Taste and see, the Lord is good
Blessed the heart that's understood
Every crumb of every day
Is grace He gives along the way
Golden edges, butter bright
Morning tastes like mercy's light
