This is My Father’s World

On Sunday, my children and I (along with a few cousins, aunts and uncles) went to see His fingerprints. We hiked down to a place where it seems like God, the Creator of the Universe, used his fingertips to make a small crevice down into the earth known as Rainbow Lake, right here on Signal Mountain. Its a peaceful hideaway where His creativity is evident.

There is no question. With eyes wide open to the world around, there is no denying The Creator-Genius or His goodness and mercy. His touch is the mark of a master plan that can’t be questioned. And I am in awe.

O Lord, our Lord, How excellent is Your name in all the earth, Who have set Your glory above the heavens!

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.

When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers, The moon and the stars, which You have ordained, What is man that You are mindful of him, And the son of man that You visit him?

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.