Morning has Broken

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 dew fall, on the first grass.
Praise for the sweetness, of the wet garden;
Sprung in completeness, where his feet pass.

Mine in the sunlight, mine is the morning.
Born of the one light, Eden saw play.
Praise with elation, praise every morning;
God's recreation of a new day.


It is a pity that the sun did not fully reveal herself in all her glory and majesty, choosing to hide shyly behind a veil of clouds of which we would have welcomed more gladly in former days. Alas, alas, that she should decide not to shower us in her full warmth and radiance after a cold night.

Nevertheless, Praise and Thank God for the coming of a new morning and of a new day. Praise and Thank God for friendship and brotherhood. Praise and Thank God for all the wonderful works in which He has done.

Farewell now Kallang; it may be long before I shall see you once again or see the sun rise over your waters. The fond and dear memories there shall never be forgotten, for it was there where I became to large extent who I am today. It was where battles were fought, where sweat flowed freely and where blood was shed together. The bonds forged there shall never be forgotten.