After visiting Tim’s three big greenhouses, and filling our greenhouse, Penny was anxious to get hers going. She gathered her little clay pots and arranged her flowers to catch the sun. What a joy to get all the gardening things back into use after a cold grey winter. Life is springing forth all around us and there are new discoveries to make every day! The birds are all singing and the song is catching!
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 Master’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.
– Maltbie D. Babcock