Saturday, June 28, 2008

i meet u* Beautiful Morning

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 world.

Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven,
Like the first dewfall on the first grass.
Praise fore the sweetness of the wet garden,
srung 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 ev'ry morning,
God's recreation of the new day.

Morning has broken ..

Today 29th of June coming toward another end of half year...yet
today is another most beautiful Sunday morning ...the mountains cover by sleepy clouds, trees greeting the gentle sun rays,as i cycle through lanes and bridge, pass through houses which mostly still in dreams, the birds try to wake us up from our last realm in bed, so that we may come to adore and amaze His majesty. "Morning has broken" is the first hymn we sang for worship. the stillness been broken by all of us, the lovely voices of old and young, lift up our burden shoulders, cease our heavy hearts, curtains away what was past what is the unseen future,just in His presence close as a breath away.

how many years a man could live, in how many mornings a man could continue to see the Sun clearly?...in this world there are not many lasting...but with His love's promise "morning has broken like the first morning"...if we remember Him...as our sounds echo in between there is sweetness in every tune of praise He designed perfectly...

2 comments:

Lee said...

Hi e.ttan, love your blog and your posting.
In every man's heart there is a secret nerve that answers to the vibrations of beauty.

And romance is the glamour which turns the dust of everyday life into a golden haze.
You have a beautiful Sunday, keep well, best regards, Lee.

e.ttan said...

thank you very much.. somehow your word just light up the dim...