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Finding Beauty in ‘My Father’s World’…

     The last couple weeks of March, my husband and I escaped for a mini-snowbird retreat. We love our beautiful hometown, Coeur d’Alene, but getting away to a warmer, sunnier climate at the tail end of winter is, I believe, good for one’s soul.

     This was my first trip to Arizona, and I was reminded repeatedly of the unique and very special beauty of the desert. The diversity of God’s creation never ceases to amaze me.

     While in Arizona, friends from Phoenix who summer in Coeur d’Alene, took us to a favorite Mexican restaurant, which, by the way, served some of the best salsa I’ve ever tasted. My thoughtful friend gave us a framed photo with a card containing words from a poem written in 1901 by Maltbie Davenport Babcock. The poem, My Father’s World, was set to music, and you may be familiar with the rendition sung by Amy Grant a few years ago.

     Babcock, a Presbyterian minister, loved to take morning walks. Before leaving, he told his wife, “I’m going out to see my Father’s world.”

     I hope you’ll enjoy today’s Listening on the Journey… post with photos Ron took in Arizona, followed by selected stanzas from Reverend Babcock’s poem.[1]

This is my Father’s world
E’en yet to my listening ears,
All nature sings, and around 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 that their carols raise,
The morning light, the lily white,
Declare their maker’s praise.

(Sweet Mexican Love Birds like this little guy live in trees around my sister and brother-in-law’s house.)

This is my Father’s world.
From His eternal throne,
He watch doth keep when I’m asleep,
And I am not alone.

This is my Father’s world.
I walk a desert lone.
In a bush ablaze to my wondering gaze,
God makes His glory known.

This is my Father’s world.
Now closer to Heaven bound,
For dear to God is the earth Christ trod,
No place but is holy ground.

This is my Father’s world.
His love has filled my breast,
I am reconciled, I am His child,
My soul has found His rest.

This is my Father’s world.
The battle is not done.
Jesus who died shall be satisfied.
And earth and Heaven be one.

This is my Father’s world.
Should my heart be ever sad?
The Lord is King – let the Heavens ring.
God reigns – let the earth be glad.

(Don’t you love the way the cactus on the right seems to be waving ‘good-bye?’)

During this week leading up to Easter, may you be blessed by the beauty found all around in our Father’s world…

Sue Reeve

 

  1. In its entirety at https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:This_is_My_Fathers_World_poem_