For the beauty of the earth
For the glory of the skies
For the love which from our birth over and around us lies
Lord of all to thee we raise
This our hymn of grateful praise
For the glory of the skies
For the love which from our birth over and around us lies
Lord of all to thee we raise
This our hymn of grateful praise
Yesterday the sun was shining warm, the breeze was blowing cool, and everything was bright and fresh. The girls and I went in search of God's creation and found ourselves giddy with the glory of all we saw.
We stopped for a rest and a snack at a little playground, a church group had gathered under one of the pavilions. They sang praises to God along with the wind and trees. It was so beautiful I could not help singing along with them.
Even at home there was so much to take in.
It is a precious gift to stop and just enjoy what God has made. It is a reminder of how small we are, of how much more there is outside of our little worlds we have made.
It is refreshment to gather little flower weeds in a glass, to lift your face to the sky and let the sun kiss you.
It is a precious gift to stop and just enjoy what God has made. It is a reminder of how small we are, of how much more there is outside of our little worlds we have made.
It is refreshment to gather little flower weeds in a glass, to lift your face to the sky and let the sun kiss you.
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