The beauty of creation is a gift of the Creator to His creatures. It could have been made gray and bland. It is not. It is colorful and tasty. The wind blows fresh oxygen from a distant rain forest. There is fragrance from nearby flowers. Songs waft over our soul from the birds in the trees. Jagged mountains formed by earthquakes even have their rugged beauty. Sunrises and sunsets are uniquely painted by the brush of God. Enjoy this gift of beauty, and may it lead you to worship
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.
He shines in all that’s fair.
In the rustling grass I hear Him pass;
He speaks to me everywhere.
– Maltbie D. Babcock
You are reading from the book, “Captives of Love”, by H. Lamar Smith
