It’s nice out. Really nice. I love spring.
Anyway, on Monday morning I stumbled upon this little gem in the Song Book. It’s been in my head ever since. What I like about the song is that just when you think it’s weird or kind of shallow it hits you with something really profound (ala SASB #10: “Hearts unfold like flowers before thee…”). Take a look; it’s deeper than you think. Plus the original melody is fantastic.
Morning Has Broken
Words by: Eleanor Farjeon; Music: Old Gaelic Melody SASB #35
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!
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 re-creation
Of the new day!
Youth Department