I was sitting here this morning and I was missing my sister. It will be 21 years since her death and there are moments when it feels like yesterday still. So much time lost and things to share. Here are the lyrics to one of her favorite songs. When I hear this I think of her. Morning has broken, like the first morning Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird Praise for the singing, praise for the morning Praise for the springing fresh from the word 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 Gods recreation of the new day Morning Has Broken As Sung by Cat Stevens lyrics by Eleanor Farjeon
Posted on: Sat, 29 Mar 2014 13:48:04 +0000
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