Thinking back over a long, blessed lifetime of enjoying our Lord's magnificent creation, some of my fondest memories illustrate the words of an old favorite hymn.
This is my Father’s world,
And to my list’ning ears
All nature sings, and round me rings
The music of the spheres.
This is my Father’s world:
The anticipation of all of the wonderful sights and experiences promised by a beautiful sunrise after a rainy night
I rest me in the thought........while listening to a pack of coyotes as they gather for the night's hunt
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas
His hand the wonders wrought
From the mountains of Colorado,
to the bays of the Gulf of America
This is my Father’s world:
The birds, their carols sing
To be continued
This is my Father’s world,
And to my list’ning ears
All nature sings, and round me rings
The music of the spheres.
This is my Father’s world:
The anticipation of all of the wonderful sights and experiences promised by a beautiful sunrise after a rainy night
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas
His hand the wonders wrought
From the mountains of Colorado,
to the bays of the Gulf of America
This is my Father’s world:
The birds, their carols sing
To be continued
