Waking Up with 24 Brand New Hours Before Me on the Third Day of Spring

The first day of spring was a couple of days ago; I am sitting here watching the silhouettes of winter-bare, spindly trees lose their sharpness against the pink of dawn as the returning sun washes out the night sky.   So, I think it’s a good time to post my favorite song, Morning Has Broken, even if it’s a bit of a stretch on the “Letting Go Lent” theme.  Let’s call it Letting Go of the Night.

Many of us are very familiar with the Cat Stevens version of this song.  According to Wikipedia, it was originally written by an English poet and author, Eleanor Farjeon, who was asked to write lyrics to a Gaelic melody that would give praise to each day.   The original song, in the book Children’s Bells, was entitled “A Morning Song (For the First Day of Spring).”  Thus, it is very appropriate to post it here today–just a little belatedly.  

This hymn, originally written for children, is profound in its simplicity.   Believe me, I’m not going to analyze the lyrics, because doing so would just destroy their innocence and purity.  Plus, my only commentary would be to end every sentence in an exclamation point, which makes me grossly unqualified for the task.  This song just makes me so happy!  I can wake up in a place of renewal every single day!   And God gave this gift to me!  Mine is the sunlight!  Mine is the morning!  That doesn’t mean that others can’t have it, too.  The invitation to every breaking morning goes out to everyone!  You don’t even need a special number under your plate to win the centerpiece!

So, read the lyrics below, phrase by phrase, and take joy in the promise that every day is a re-creation! Accept God’s gift of today with both hands!

 

Fading silhouettes of winter-bare trees

Fading silhouettes of winter-bare trees

 

 

 

 

 

Morning Has Broken

lyrics by Eleanor Farjeon; music Gaelic song  Bunessan

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

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