Morning Has Broken

lyrics by Eleanor Farjeon

Morning has broken, like the first morning;
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird.
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning,
Praise for them 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.

additional lyrics by Izzlebug:

Life in its sweetness draws us toward Heaven
As we are granted every new day.
Praise for renewed life in the fresh garden
Chastens our fears and shows us our way.

Peace beyond presence, peace beyond mourning
Is our true comfort from God above.
Praise for His mercy - hope beyond Heaven
For this sweet earth and all those we love.

Patty continues to struggle with the leukemia and is enduring another several days of chemo in hopes of reducing the leukemia enough to get her through to the transplant; the donor will be available at the beginning of October. Her children continue to try to deal with their Mom's illness and the rest of us try to keep watch over the three of them and each other as we try to find our way through each day. I live my life knowing that miracles do happen but realize such hope is a tightrope between elation and despair with balance difficult to maintain when Patty is often in too much pain or too nauseous from the chemo to even speak on the phone. Yet, hope stubbornly remains and I cling to it, wanting my sister well again.

Please continue in your kind thoughts and prayers for my sister and our family. Such thoughts and prayers mean more than any one of us may ever fully realize.

Izzlebug