Morning has broken

Good morning world! We greet the dawning of a new day with anticipation. As the Sun rises in the east so our joy rises with the Savior.

Morning has broken and we are each transformed into something new, different, refreshed from the nights rest ready to greet the day under the direction of God.

Morning has broken and with a fresh voice we join the heavens as a chorus of love and grace fills the skies.

Morning has broken, the past is the past and our future lies before us filled with possibilities and hope, filled with promise and mercy, filled with the Kingdom of God … morning has broken and it is ours for the taking.

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!

An interesting little aside concerning this hymn. When I was on the staff at a church in Decatur, GA. I was given the rare privilege of preaching one morning. I picked this particular hymn as my closing hymn because of the context of the sermon, but when I showed up Sunday morning I discovered that the secretary of the church had changed the order of the hymns and had placed this hymn first. When I asked her way she changed it she said, "Well, I thought you had made a mistake because we always sing this hymn as the opening song."

Quote for today: Through the blackest night, morning gently tiptoes, feeling its way to dawn. ~Robert Brault