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 world
Sweet the rains 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
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 world.
This song has long been sentimental for me as it was one of my father's favorites. He sang it often throughout my childhood, but particularly on Easter mornings. Over time we sang it together. His voice still resounds in the corners of my memory whenever I sing it to my kids. It reminds me that he is still here with me and wants the Easter message to fill my heart.. to remember that it was a new day for us all when He rose from the dead.. and to value and seek out what his resurrection really meant for us. In this way, every Easter morning is like the first morning.. breathing new life into me and my faith.
Thank You, Lord for crisp, cool mornings like this one. Thank you for my precious family and for the gifts you offer each new day as well as the challenges you help us overcome to become stronger. Thank you for your forgiveness and for each new beginning. Thank you for allowing your son to walk with us and show us the way.
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the world
