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!
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.
Rising early this weekend,
I was able to witness the dawning of two new days.
There was quiet.
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