Oh the beauty of a morning in Spring
When all God’s creation begins to sing,
‘Arise wee flowers from the cold, death earth,
Bring forth new blooms; tis the time for rebirth.’
The young sparrows calling for their mate
As they perch upon the garden gate,
Singing melodies that only God could write
Tis sweet their singing as they take flight.
The birch that withstood the wintry storms,
Sends forth new buds under the sun, so warm.
The oak, the maple secure their place
Spread forth their branches before God’s face.
And when the sun sets slowly in the western sky
And the brightness of the stars again draw nigh
Knowing each one was placed by the LORD above
Sets my heart in awe at our Father’s love.
~Streim~ (c) 3/2012
Romans 11:33-36 “Oh, the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable are His judgments and His ways past finding out! ‘For who has known the mind of the Lord? Or who has become His counselor?’ ‘Or who has first given to Him And it shall be repaid to him?’ For of Him and through Him and to Him are all things, to whom be glory forever. Amen.”