Wednesday, July 02, 2003

    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 world



    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




Yusuf Islam @ Cat Stevens

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