“Morning has broken, like the first morning; blackbird has spoken like the first bird. Praise for the singing, praise every morning; praise for them springing fresh from the Word.”
These were the words that sprang to mind whilst I was walking on the top of Okeford Hill at sun rise on a beautiful autumnal morning.
There was no sound other than the sheep bleating in the fields, the birds singing and flitting around in the trees. The dew on the grass was […]