Friday, March 20, 2009

Morning has broken

Morning Has Broken


Morning has broken Like the first morning, Black bird has spoken Like the first bird.

Praise 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 ev'ry morning,
God's recreation
Of the newday!
Words: Eleanor Farjeon

5 comments:

Bittersweet Primitives said...

Patti, what a beautiful poem and great pictures. Thanks for sharing. Sherie

TeresaM said...

Beautiful pictures Patti!!! Do I see a bit of green grass in that one picture out the window! Pretty pretty pretty!

janet said...

Lovely Hyme, Now I will be singing it all day!

Kathy S. said...

I very much enjoyed that!

Karen said...

I love these picures!!