![]() ![]() As one colleague said on Facebook, I go to sleep and all is well, then I wake up, remember, and I cry. It is, for me and millions of us, dark days. Praise with elation, praise every morning, Mine is the sunlight! Mine is the morning Sprung in completeness where God’s feet pass. Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden, Like the first dewfall on the first grass. ![]() Sweet the rain’s new fall sunlit from heaven, Praise for them, springing fresh from the Word! Praise for the singing! Praise for the morning! Morning has broken like the first morning,īlackbird has spoken like the first bird.
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