Fingers and toes will be counted, tiny fingernails oohed over, and infant cries will bring laughter.
Again, one of my favorite hymns, Morning Has Broken comes to mind, especially the last line: "God's recreation of the first day."
While it's sung both ways, I like it when the word is expressed as re-creation (instead of the word for play and relaxation). Re-Creation - A repeat of creation.
And what is happening today, with family gathered, nurses hovering, doctors on call, friends waiting is God Re-Creating. Sure, things aren't perfect and won't be on this earth. But in the wakening buds on the trees, the joyous singing of the birds, and the cries of a newborn - God reminds us - he's still on the job ---And All Things Are Made New!
Morning Has Broken Lyrics
(A Traditional Song, Lyrics by Eleanor Farjeon*)
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 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 recreation of the new day