Sunday, June 6, 2010

Thoughtful Spot Sunday . . . .

This morning,  when I woke up it had been raining . . . again.  I have not been feeling well, so I was a little cranky and out of sorts.   As I was looking at the green grass and the beautiful green trees, with their leaves all shiny and new, my garden, (which is almost all planted), the mountains looking all majestic with their little crowns of clouds all around them.  I thought how wonderful it is that the Savior speaks to me everywhere I look!  What a wondrous and amazing world He has created for all of us.   I am so thankful for the beauty all around me . . . this truly is my Father's world.  Please listen to this beautiful rendition of "This is My Father's World", by Fernando Ortega.

Just a little about the man who wrote this beautiful song :  His name is Malt­bie D. Bab­cock, 1901, alt. While a pas­tor in Lock­port, New York, Bab­cock liked to hike in an ar­ea called “the es­carp­ment,” an an­cient up­thrust ledge near Lock­port. It has a mar­vel­ous view of farms, or­chards, and Lake On­tar­io, about 15 miles dis­tant. It is said those walks in the woods in­spired these lyr­ics. The ti­tle re­calls an ex­press­ion Bab­cock used when start­ing a walk: “I’m go­ing out to see my Fa­ther’s world.”



 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.

(He didn't sing these last two verses - they are my favorite)

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.



Have a wonderful and blessed Sunday,
Gentle Hugs,

2 comments:

  1. Beautiful post Barb,
    I am like you I see God's handiwork everywhere I go. I enjoyed the video so much, because of sitting still to watch and listen I am in much more awe of His work.
    Just reading the lyrics is so humbling, thank you for sharing.
    Hugs,
    Sue

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  2. Beautiful indeed.

    Your posts always warm my heart Barb~!

    Squishy hugs from Australia


    Kimmie
    x

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