What is this sun that conquers mountains   Singing over what has been asleep ?   What is it that softens all my doubting ?   It's You      Morning brings a hunger for new eyes   That have been covered by the hurt of yesterday   Who could create in me the vision of a little child   It's You      You take an ordinary day   And turn it into flowers like the month of May   Yes, You do   And You see all my pain   And cry over it for hours till I'm new again   Yes, You do      When I have been a victim of familiarity   And my heart has fallen into sleep   Healing is the voice that awakens me   And it's You      You take an ordinary day   And turn it into flowers like the month of May   Yes, You do   And You see all my pain   And cry over it for hours till I'm new again   Yes, You do      You...   You make me new   You make me new   Oh, You make me new...      You take an ordinary day   And turn it into, turn it into the month of May   Oh, and You see all my pain   And cry over it for hours till I'm new again   New again, I'm new again      You take an ordinary day   And turn it into flowers like the month of May   Yes, You do   And You see all my pain   And cry over it for hours till I'm new again   Yes, You do   You make me new