morning.

It was a restless night of tossing and turning.

Until the morning light came and made everything look different.

A new day. A new perspective.

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

~~~

Photo credit: James Jordan

Lyrics: Eleanor Farjeon

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