I sing the mighty power of God, that made the mountains rise,
That spread the flowing seas abroad, and built the lofty skies.
I sing the wisdom that ordained the sun to rule the day;
The moon shines full at God’s command, and all the stars obey.
I sing the goodness of the Lord, who filled the earth with food,
Who formed the creatures through the Word, and then pronounced them good.
Lord, how Thy wonders are displayed, where’er I turn my eye,
If I survey the ground I tread, or gaze upon the sky.
There’s not a plant or flower below, but makes Thy glories known,
And clouds arise, and tempests blow, by order from Thy throne;
While all that borrows life from Thee is ever in Thy care;
And everywhere that we can be, Thou, God art present there.
~ Isaac Watts
Sunday, November 19, 2006
I Gaze Upon The Sky
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I thought so too, Tammy!
Beautiful, absolutely beautiful...(did you say 22 below?) stay warm!
it is beautiful. Although I've been to cold weather, I'm happy we have a bit warmer weather here down in Vancouver...
But I totally want to see the northern lights....
And donna - we just have been washing dishes with boiled water... No paper plates... :)
I hope you don't mind me stopping by and saying hi. How beautiful and how poetic! Have a wonderful Thanksgiving with your family. Ciao from Italy
It's amazingly beautiful!
Gorgeous, thanks for sharing. It's really impossible for me to imagine what 22 below must feel like.
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