Wednesday, May 9, 2012

This Is My Father's World


I love you, Lord, my strength.
 The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer;
my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge,
my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.
 I called to the Lord, who is worthy of praise,
and I have been saved from my enemies. 
Psalm 18:1-3 

As we go about our daily living things are going to come along that will rock the core of our foundation.  Don't let whatever Satan throws at you crack your foundation.  Keep your eyes focused on our Lord Jesus Christ for He is our rock and our fortress.  He will be there every step of the way guiding and protecting us along the way.  He will never leave us or forsake us.

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 Heaven 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
Whatever my lot
It matters not
My heart is still at home.
Maltbie Davenport Babcock



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