This song always moves me to tears, whether it is the secular version or the hymn. I knew it as a pop song long before I ever knew it as a hymn. I remember the awe I felt the first time I sang this in church. It immediately became one of my favorites. There is something very powerful when a group of people join together to give praise in the form of music.
This song might evoke gratitude from you. It might lead you to praise who or what it is that you think responsible for your existence. It might remind you of what your faith is to you. It might fill you with wonder and awe at all of the complexity and beauty of life.
When I think of the break of morning, I think of a new day, another chance for whatever I dream. I think of opportunity arising with the sun each morning. It’s been the same scenario since the dawn of time. We get chance after chance. Every day is a new beginning. We can take any part of our lives and start over.
With the sunrise, I am given the prospect of clemency. I am given a clean slate. Some mornings I reach out and grab it with both hands. Most often, I seem to procrastinate. I dawdle. I think of things I’d like to attempt. I dream of things I‘d like to achieve. But I don’t move myself to action. I don’t make concrete plans. I don’t set goals. I don’t push myself to attain the impossible. It’s hard enough for me to just take a step outside the box. And yet hope comes in every sunrise. A hope of possibility. The gift of another day of life. I praise the grace of fresh opportunity I am offered each day. Though I am thankful. I cling to my old ways like dew or frost to the morning grass. By the time, I’ve convinced myself to go forward to take a chance at some far away dream, the sun goes down and the dream dies with the advent of the moon. I deny, sigh, and rely to get by. After all, I am at peace. I am happy.
I ask myself why I should be selfish and want for more. Do I really want anything to change? I have never liked change. I take comfort in the familiar. And then again, I wonder if I lack faith to venture into the world. Do I have confidence in my talents? Can I not rely on my own instincts? Do I not trust in what is greater than me? Or have I just become complacent is this world?
I guess it comes down that these things I think I want to do aren’t really dreams or real desires. If they were, I’d reach for them, even through clouds of fear. These are more like daydreams. I am a person who likes to dawdle in many things, but I never seem to settle my spirit on perfecting the art of just one. Maybe there are too many options under the sun, and I don’t want to miss playing around with them all.
When I sip on my morning coffee, the sun has already risen over the trees and is brightly shining through the windows of my life. I listen to the squirrels scampering over the roof of my house, and I can hear the birds serenading the morning with song. This is the dew of my day: I can take a towel and wipe it off or I can bask in the sunshine while the moisture of life seeps into my soul. As I look out my window this morning, I see that the trees are still and only a small patch of blue is peeking through the clouds. I realize that if I want my sky today I am going to have to reach out and grab it with both hands, and if I need the wind to lift me high enough, I will need to create my own. And yet though it sounds impossible, I know as positively as the sun will brighten my day that I do have faith in all that resides around me and within me.
Tomorrow, the day will break as usual, will I sing with the birds? Will you?