God's handiwork is oft displayed
Such beauty by His hand was made;
The things of man will pale and fade...
Compared with God's creation!
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"Thank you Father for such a portrait...painted for a fallen world to see. O let's rejoice with what you've done and worship Christ Your only Son! AMEN!"
- David
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Dear Pilgrim David,
I've also been rejoicing driving through God's majestic scenery this Sunday. Even if it's hunting season in Norway, we saw two deers grassing peacefully on an open field.
It seemed like they in their wisdom were drawn nearer the farms where no one is allowed to fire arms.
I certainly know where I am seeking when danger threatens.
Then and only then I'm singing with an open heart:
Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee!
E’en though it be a cross that raiseth me,
Still all my song shall be, nearer, my God, to Thee.
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!
Though like the wanderer, the sun gone down,
Darkness be over me, my rest a stone.
Yet in my dreams I’d be nearer, my God to Thee.
There let the way appear, steps unto Heav’n;
All that Thou sendest me, in mercy given;
Angels to beckon me nearer, my God, to Thee.
Then, with my waking thoughts bright with Thy praise,
Out of my stony griefs Bethel I’ll raise;
So by my woes to be nearer, my God, to Thee.
Or, if on joyful wing cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot, upward I’ll fly,
Still all my song shall be, nearer, my God, to Thee.
There in my Father’s home, safe and at rest,
There in my Savior’s love, perfectly blest;
Age after age to be, nearer my God to Thee.
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