"MORNING HAS BROKEN"

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I recall the first time that I heard this song. It was at a sad time in my life. However, I do sing the words occasionally... and yes... mostly around the dawning of a new day.

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Welcome Morning... in all your glory.

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Oh yes, the photo is of Robin's Morning Glories that are not only winding its way up the clothe line pole but also into our hearts during this season of drought.

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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