Morning Has Broken
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 rains new fall, sunlit from heaven,
Like the first dew fall 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.
Each person is Body, mind and Soul.
The body mortal,
Which ends with death,
the mind with which to
Think and plan.
The soul for right or wrong.
How we leave this world
Matters little.
The important thing is
What we leave behind.
Good thoughts, kind deeds,
And love and respect for all mankind.
Written by Ruth's Aunt Mim Feburary 2000, shortly before her death
Not to be reprinted
