Sunday Stroll

This morning the ground was covered with dew as I stepped out the door to take some pictures Come along with me and see what is blooming in my little corner of the world.

I kept thinking of the old hymn by Maltbie Babcock, 1901, While a pas­tor in Lock­port, New York, Bab­cock liked to hike in an ar­ea called “the es­carp­ment,” an an­cient up­thrust ledge near Lock­port. It has a mar­vel­ous view of farms, or­chards, and Lake On­tar­io, about 15 miles dis­tant. It is said those walks in the woods in­spired these lyr­ics. The ti­tle re­calls an ex­press­ion Bab­cock used when start­ing a walk: “I’m go­ing out to see my Fa­ther’s world.”Here are the lyrics...do you remember this from Sunday School?

THIS IS MY FATHER'S WORLD

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.

Have a wonderful Sunday...Balisha