Words By Eleanor Farjeon
England (1881-1965)
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!
Happy Spring to my baby girl, Reesie...a girl who believes the world was made just for her.
3 comments:
Every picture is ADORABLE, but my favorite is the one with her hand out. Such a precious smile and inviting reach. Just love that little lovebug!!!
What beautiful pictures!! And, of course, what a beautiful little girl!
Beautiful!
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