I prefer to remember Mema in the yard tending to her beautiful rose garden, and for some reason I think this song is perfect for that image I have of her. (Although I doubt she’d have listened to Cat Stevens’ version!)
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 from 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 on the new day.