The Third Thursday of Lent

February 21, 2008

MORNING HAS BROKEN

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 God's 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!

Text: Eleanor Farjeon, 1881-1965
Text © Miss E. Farjeon Will Trust, by permission of David Higham Associates.

Sometimes, it’s all a matter of how we see things.

For instance, when I was growing up as a Catholic boy, Martin Luther’s tune for “A Mighty Fortress is Our God” was not the great anthem of faith I now know it to be. Rather, it was the title music for the children’s series “Davey and Goliath.” And “We Plow the Fields and Scatter” was not a hymn but a beautiful, lilting song in the musical “Godspell.”

Then there’s the hymn I knew as a delicate, piano-backed piece by musician Cat Stevens. I first heard “Morning Has Broken” as a slightly different pop song back in the early 1970s, when I was in middle school. The tune is catchy, but the lyrics are lovely. Imagine my surprise later to hear it sung in church!

I needn’t have been surprised, really. The lyrics celebrate the world around us, the wonders that we see every day. The song of the blackbird, the dew on the grass, the sweet rainfall – all things we may take for granted. But the hymn sees these things for what they are – wonders to appreciate. “Praise with elation, praise every morning, God’s recreation of the new day!”

Many years have passed since I first heard this lyric. The world has changed, of course.  Heck, even Cat Stevens changed – he became Yusaf Islam after converting to Islam. Still, each day in this troubling world, God shows us the splendors of the world he made. No matter our names or faiths, we can certainly still agree on that.

Dear Lord, thank you for the wonders you show us each day, in this world you made. Help us to open our eyes to these and to know we need to appreciate them more. 

Ken Hobart


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