MY FATHER'S WORLD

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   Oh, let me ne’er forget
   That though the wrong seems oft so strong,
   God is the ruler yet.
   

   Sept.3,2021

   What a difference to a good night of sleep after I put my socks on.  The nights have gotten slightly cooler and I have yet to put on that extra blanket that sits in the laundry basket in the corner.

   I awoke to strands of “This is my Father’s World.” Going through my mind.

   No, I was not in an idyllic cabin in the woods.  But surrounded by projects and a messy room, laying there in the folds of rumply blankets and wrinkly sheets, thinking I should have gotten up long ago.

   The words, they followed me as I made my morning preparations.

   
   
   
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3. This is my Father’s world,
4. And to my list’ning ears
   All nature sings, and round me rings
   The music of the spheres.
   
   
5. 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.
6. This is my Father’s world:
   The birds their carols raise,
   The morning light, the lily white,

   

   The dandelion white, declares its Maker's praise

   
   Declare their Maker’s praise.
   
   
7. 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.
8. This is my Father’s world:
   Oh, let me ne’er forget
   That though the wrong seems oft so strong,
   God is the ruler yet.
   
   
   
   
   
9. This is my Father’s world,
   The battle is not done:
   Jesus who died shall be satisfied,
   And earth and Heav’n be one.