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

Words: Eleanor Farjean, children’s author and poet, 1881-1965.

Read about this wonderful hymn and it’s interesting history here. You might find the words familiar because of it’s international fame brought about by Cat Stevens’ recording in 1971.

Blessed be the name of the Lord
    from this time forth and forevermore!
From the rising of the sun to its setting,
    the name of the Lord is to be praised!

Psalm 113: 2-3

This particular sunrise greeted me on January 7th. I took the screen off our upper bedroom window to capture it in all it’s glory. Screens have a way of muddling the view. Hanging out the window in the cool of the morning to get some different angles before the beauty was gone in a flash was a wonderful way to become fully awake. Do you take screens off of windows to get a good shot?