MORNING HAS BROKEN

Beautiful old hymn., written as a poem by Eleanor Farejon, 1933.  Old Gaelic melody put to music by Carlton Young in 1988.  It is in the Methodist Hymnal.  Always loved it and requested it sung at my memorial.

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 singing, 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 every morning,
God's recreation of the new day !

I thought of this hymn as I sat on the Balcony early  this  morning.  Isn't   it a beautiful message?  I watched the sun "try" to come up from the clouds.  O yes it came up, even though it struggled to let me see it.  It is out now and oh  what a beautiful day.  Go to Church on the "tube"

Betty Boop