New Every Morning

I was going to introduce you to a friend of mine, but I’ll just let Him introduce Himself.

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Have you seen Him?

About wlebolt

Life comes at you fast. I like to catch it and toss it back. Or toss it up to see where it lands. I do my best thinking when I'm moving. And my best writing when I am tapping my foot to a beat no one else hears. Kinesthetic to the core.

Posted on October 6, 2014, in Life and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Barbara Hoopes

    When she was alive, my grandmother used to sing a morning song that began with your title phrase: “New every morning.” Later in her life, she and my mother would call each other early each morning and sing it together. On rare occasions, I got to join in, too. Thanks for putting that song in my head this morning!
    “New every morning is the love our wakening and uprising prove; through sleep and darkness safely brought, restored to life, and power, and thought.”

  2. What a lovely memory and heritage, Barbara. Isn’t it amazing that music seems permanently imprinted on our souls?

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