Morning Has Broken!

Shortly after I woke up early this morning

I looked out my kitchen window.

This is what I saw – these are the words

that immediately came to mind,

and I began to sing:

Morning has broken like the first morning;
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird.
Praise for the singing! Praise for the morning!
Praise for them springing fresh from the Word!

Sweet the rain’s new fall sunlit from heaven;
Like the first dewfall on the first grass.
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden;
Sprung in completeness where His feet pass.

Mine is the sunlight! Mine is the morning
Born of the one light Eden saw play!
Praise with elation, praise every morning;
God’s recreation of the new day!

The faithful love of the Lord never ends! His mercies never cease. Great is His faithfulness; His mercies begin afresh each morning. I say to myself, "The Lord is my inheritance; therefore, I will hope in Him." Lamentations 3:22-24

Song: Morning Has Broken

Traditional Gaelic melody - words by Eleanor Farjeon