Sunday, June 03, 2007

This Is My Father's World

It's thunderstorming heavily here this morning. I love thunderstorms, but this one woke me up and frightened the kiddoes! That's loud!

One of my favorite hymns is This Is My Father's World, and it seems appropriate on a morning with loud, dramatic storms. It became one of my favorites during the time my mother was sick, just a week or so before her death. There are times when so little seems to be under our control. It's nice to know we can have confidence that He is always in control.

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 ne'er 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!