My Father’s World

While harvesting grape tomatoes the other day, Carillon Bells began to chime from the church across the arroyo signaling it was dinner time. As I finished clipping the last clusters of delicious red sweetness, I realized the chimes were playing one of my favorite hymns! Remembering that I’d painted these words on my very first scripture rock, I hummed along, singing them in my mind:

“This is my Father’s world,
the birds their carols raise,
the morning light, the lily white,
declare their maker’s praise…”

Even now, a few days later I find myself singing in my mind all of the lyrics of this wonderful old hymn. But today I’m focusing more on the truth of this verse:

“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.”

Thank you, Lord, that these words ring true, whether others believe it or not: You are the ruler yet!