We see God’s
beauty each season of the year. He creates it for our enjoyment. We marvel in
the colorful display of the autumn. Those of us who are of a certain age
remember raking leaves in a huge pile and seeing children jump in that pile.
Wintertime
brings a different beauty to our earth. The pristine fields and yards resulting
from a freshly fallen snow are a sight to behold. We remember building snowmen
in our yards. We also remember seeing or being in snowball fights. What men
don’t remember building a snow fort as a protection against those who pelted
them with snow packed snow missiles.
When spring
arrives, we all look forward to seeing violets and crocuses dotting our lawns.
My best friend looks for dandelions as her notice that spring has arrived. The
colors of spring brighten our hearts as we watch flowers and trees being to
blossom.
When summer
comes, we look forward to the fresh fruits and vegetables from the fields and
gardens. The colors of summer are vivid. We don’t tire of seeing them.
These sights
are beautiful and are from God. He created them to bless us in ways only known
to Him. Let us each one remember to thank Him for the beauty of each season as
we go through e ach of them.
Thinking
about God’s blessing of the beauty of nature reminded me of this hymn.
This Is My Father’s World
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
The birds their carols raise
The morning light, the lily white
Declare their maker's praise
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
Oh, let me never forget
That though the wrong seems oft so
strong
God is the ruler yet
This is my father's world
Why should my heart be sad?
The Lord is king, let the heavens
ring
God reigns, let the earth be glad
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
In the rustling grass, I hear him
pass
He speaks to me everywhere.
Songwriters: C. Barny
Robertson / Dp / Maltbie Babcock
This Is My Father's
World lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.,
Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, DistroKid
Oh, we sang that hymn this past week in church!! I love that song! And I loved your description of the seasons of the year. This IS my Father's world...He shines in all that's fair!! He speaks to me everywhere! Amen!
ReplyDeletePam: Thank you for your kind thoughts. I am finding myself enjoying the traditional hymns of the church. I attend the contemporary worship service at church because it is the later service. I need to try to get going in the mornings and go to that earlier service. Peace and blessings to you and yours.
DeleteThat is a beautiful hymn Cecelia and indeed, each season is the Lord's, although I prefer summer :)
ReplyDeleteMarja: Thank you for your thoughts. We had our first snow, yesterday (Sunday). I was able to get to church but a friend of mine who lives in a housing development north of the church didn't think it wise to venture out. We live in town. After a certain age, winter becomes a person's least favorite season.
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