I'm going over the mountains for the weekend, so no new posts until Monday unless I'm overburdened with inspiration late Sunday night.
The return of spring has brought an old hymn back to mind, and I've been singing it around the house. I love the vibrant melody and lyric.
This is my Father's world, and to my listening ears
All nature sings and round me rings the music of the spheres.
This is my Father's world! I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas; His hand the wonders wrought.
This is my Father's world! The birds their carols raise
The morning light, the lily white declare their Maker's praise.
This is my Father's world! He shines in all that's fair
In the rustling grass I hear Him pass; He speaks to me everywhere.
This is my Father's world! O let me never forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong God is the ruler yet.
This is my Father's world! The battle is not done
Jesus who died shall be satisfied and earth and heaven be won.
Happy weekend, everyone.
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