Honey, I am missing you. I miss the morning before I left. I want to hold you tight. Blow you my kisses, darling.
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 dew fall, 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
We saw two birds and I called bird-you and bird-me. I took this picture. I am missing you and that moment we were together. You are my rescuer and you are the nicest gift that life has brought to me.
1 comment:
This song sounds like a river. It runs. And you could never find it back like it used to be.
And here is the "teaser" of the book I've told u:
http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-P6OCul48Yq6qgSRDPqXQ2.AU
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