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: 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: the battle is not done:
Jesus Who died shall be satisfied,
And earth and Heav’n be one.
This is my Father’s world, dreaming, I see His face.
I open my eyes, and in glad surprise cry,
“The Lord is in this place.”
This is my Father’s world,
from the shining courts above,
The Beloved One, His Only Son,
Came—a pledge of deathless love.

This is my Father’s world,
should my heart be ever sad?
The Lord is King—let the heavens ring.
God reigns—let the earth be glad.
This is my Father’s world.
Now closer to Heaven bound,
For dear to God is the earth Christ trod.
No place but is Holy ground.

This is my Father’s world. I walk a desert lone.
In a bush ablaze to my wondering gaze
God makes His glory known.
This is my Father’s world, a wanderer I may roam
Whate’er my lot, it matters not,
My heart is still at home.
~maltbie babcock
(expression he used when starting a walk
"I'm going out to see My Father's World")

The heavens declare the Glory of God;
the skies proclaim the Work of His Hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they display Knowledge.
There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard.
~Psalm 19:1-3
''Where is God? Why is He so silent? I need to know ... I ask and I hear nothing? Am I wrong? God, why are You so silent?'' These where the questions I often asked until I read a book called Windows to the Soul by Ken Gire.

I was soooooo wrong. God is always speaking. I hear God in a moment where it stands still to me as the rest of the world spins by. I hear God in a movie, book, or painting where a slice of humanity has been poured out into something I can hang onto. I hear God in the dreams and struggles of people around me. I hear God it in a simple natural smell like citrus or a spice like cinnamon. I hear God in the beautiful landscape He creates for my enjoyment as I race to work every morning. I hear God in the simple plant growing in one of my pots. I can no longer say He is silent.

I watch Bob Ross every saturday morning. He is an oil painter with a soft voice as he teaches you how to paint. When Monday morning comes I am looking with painter's eyes to see how the Creator painted His world today, my heart bubbles with Joy as I see God in a whole new way.

Thank you, Lovely, for this verse. Like always you bring me the choicest of His Meaty Word. {sooo perfect} The last part ''...there is no speech or language where their voice is not heard...." struck me! When I visited London I remember most was the glorious golden winter sunset. I still carry it with me. God spoke to me in a different land and I understood it. Yes, I understand English. {wink}. But when you arrive in Columbia, the sunrises and the sunsets will still speak to you. You will hear God with no Spanish required. The people will still speak to you. You will hear God with no Spanish required. The food will speak to you through the prep and smells. You will hear God with no Spanish required. What an Awesome Creator!

This is my Father's World.... He speaks to me everywhere!