Morning Has Broken

In the morning, Lord, you hear my voice;
in the morning I lay my requests before you and wait expectantly.

Psalm 5:3

Morning Has Broken

words by Eleanor Farjeon

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 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 recreation of the new day 

Morning. Even before the sun makes it's way above the horizon and shows it's face...

...that is my favorite time of the day. 

It's the only time of the day when everything is new.

A fresh start. A new beginning.

How many times have you gone to bed the night before with a heavy burden on your heart?

Maybe even cried yourself to sleep? There's just something about the morning...

Your world seems to be crashing in around you and the answers you need just don't come.

You pray for peace.

You awaken when it's still dark...just the way it was when you finally were able to fall asleep,

tears on your pillow and all.
But something is different.

Somehow, even though you know that the burden is still there...

...it doesn't seem quite as heavy.
Something has changed.
Your spirit seems brighter and your countenance is much more peaceful.

There seems to be hope now.

What happened while you were sleeping?
How did things change during the night?

Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed,
for his compassions never fail.
 They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.
Lamentations 3:22-23

I hope you have a blessed week.

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