Friday, August 9, 2013

This Is My Father's World

Romans 1:19 For what can be known about God is plain to them, because God has shown it to them.

I love photography, and landscape photography is my favorite. I love to capture a moment in time of the beauty that is found in this world. It is my Father’s world, and I have been blessed to see much beauty in my lifetime. In my minds eye I can see a Colorado wildflower meadow with snow-capped mountains in the background. I can visualize the white sand beaches with emerald colored water in the Caribbean or Hawaiian Islands. I can remember the bumblebee collecting pollen in an azalea blossom. The view of the mountaintops from the top of Handies Peak is etched in my memory. The blue ice glaciers of Glacier Bay are magnificent to remember. The view of the Golden Gate Bridge and San Francisco from the air is awesome to recall. Lake Tahoe, Yosemite National Park, Arches National Park, Monument Valley, The Natchez Trace, Callaway Gardens, and many more images are in my mind and in my photography collection. When I close my eyes to rest, I can select these images of my Father's world and praise God for the glory of his magnificent creation. How blessed I have been to experience and photograph so much beauty.

This is my Father’s World
Words: Maltbie D. Babcock

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.

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