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
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
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 re-creation of the new day.
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's re-creation of the new day.
The full blue moon set this morning, just as the sun lit up the Sangre de Cristo mountain range, 100 miles away in northern New Mexico. We gathered yesterday at the Cripple Creek Cemetery for a tribute to a beloved wife, mother, grandmother and great-grandmother.
Together we laid her ashes to rest in this place she loved so much, overlooking the town and mountains. We shared many special memories with tears and laughter. Mom will be dearly missed, and never forgotten by her family.
Together we laid her ashes to rest in this place she loved so much, overlooking the town and mountains. We shared many special memories with tears and laughter. Mom will be dearly missed, and never forgotten by her family.
Our heartfelt thanks to Brian, who gave a service of tremendous comfort, hope and inspiration. Our family is truly blessed.
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