To: Brad's Gramma
Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the world
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
321 posted on
01/17/2003 10:47:12 PM PST by
chnsmok
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To: chnsmok
Oh.
Thanks.
Yes.
That's gonna fill the bill.
Uh huh.
DORK!!!!!!!
322 posted on
01/17/2003 10:48:31 PM PST by
Brad’s Gramma
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To: chnsmok
Freeeeeepmail
327 posted on
01/17/2003 10:52:25 PM PST by
Brad’s Gramma
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