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Thursday, April 21, 2022

While Faithfully He Parts the Gates...

April mornings in Ontario, Canada serve up a salad-bowl of seasons...
Spring sunshine,


Inspiring picnics...



Picnic lunch: fresh homemade bread, fresh farm-made cheese, zucchini relish canned last summer,
locally made summer sausage, and cucumber slices!
In the fresh air it was a five-star meal in a top-notch setting
of quilt table-tops and no-shoes service!




THEN whoa, back to winter woolies,



...and today?
Raindrop rhinestones and ringlets!



Grand-daughter sighs ecstatically as she counts 'all thothe puddlthe'💖
(but, no puddle splashing today. They are simply too frigid to be healthy!
Warmer puddle-days are just around the corner!)


Creation swells with goodness; wellsprings brim that none can drain
Life’s Giver keeps His promises; He grants the sun and rain
Where nature heeds its father’s rules and trust its father’s lead
Where miracles burst from capsules of bud and bulb and seed

The crux from which earth’s deluxe wonders seep, thrills mortal gaze
The cradle from which birth thunders in silence, leaps with praise
Awe authors humble worship to He who some dare deny
From the fringe of eternity mercy and grace reply

Love lavishes this creature place with glorious majesty
Although the beauty of His face we cannot clearly see
We glimpse Him in the seasons as they toll from shore to shore
Frilled field and flower oceans rolling past our very door

The thankless creature shakes a fist; the grateful creature bows
As gray, or gold and amethyst bends daybreak's gleaming prows
Where whether unawares or not each precious creatures stands
Not only on a foot-width plot, but in God’s gracious hands

Morning’s welcome mat shimmers as it unveils land and sea
Creation swells with glimmers of the Giver’s majesty
Oh, God forgive, greed claws, hate desecrates and bombs destroy
While faithfully He parts the gates where nature rings with joy

© Janet Martin

Something about the gory scenes of war 
bleeding
beneath trees bursting into blossom 
on hills 
steeped in virgin green
tugs at the crux of one's 
soul! 
🙏😢

Psalm 89:11
The heavens are thine, the earth also is thine: 
as for the world and the fulness thereof, thou hast founded them.





This Is My Father's World Lyrics
(so comforting for the times we are in as we lift our prayers
for all the hurting to Him)

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
The birds their carols raise
The morning light, the lily white
Declare their maker's praise

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
Oh, let me never forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong
God is the ruler yet

This is my father's world
Why should my heart be sad?
The Lord is king, let the heavens ring
God reigns, let the earth be glad

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


Songwriters: C. Barny Robertson / Dp / Maltbie Babcock

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