My Fathers World

My Fathers world  ... His Ways are beyond ours ... in these days, months and past year we all may be wondering what is going on.  There doesn't seem to be any rhyme or logical reasons.  Oh that we could  "grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge —that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God."  Eph.: 3:18

Maybe that was some of the thoughts going through this writers thoughts before his death when he wrote these words.

Written by Maltbie Cavenport Babcock then published posthumously  in 1901.

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 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.

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 Heav'n be one.
Jesus Who died shall be satisfied,
And earth and Heav'n be one.

  Performed by the Praise Baby Collection.

"Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen."
Ephesians 3:18-21