morning has broken...

...like the the first morning

remember those lyrics - often sung as a lullaby - sometimes as a hymn in church - they were the first words - i thought of upon seeing - the sunrise this morning - funny how certain scenes evoke - certain phrases or songs - but that's the way of it - and i would be remiss - if i didn't include the whole of it - here for you

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 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 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

they are words which - praise creation from the beginning - and have us desiring to walk - with our creator every morning - when you look upon a sunrise view like this one - why not? walk hand in hand - with the one who designed it - that would bring joy to my heart - and it would clearly lead to...

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happy day.....