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
These lyrics have been playing over and
over in my head, which has led me to ponder this thought- are we
greating the new day as a blessing created for us by God? (Today is
a gift, that's why it's called the present... sorry.) Don't let
the enemy rob you of the joy of this new day- even a MONDAY!
Today's encouragement was written by Nate Pruitt
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