If you, like me, are cut off this Christmas from your roots, drifting alone in a sea of sorrow, look up and see the Glorious picture God paints in you. None of us are all alone when we remember we are not just alone by ourselves, but alone, together, in Him... Sing this with me, wherever you are, whenever you read this, with all your heart, and may the God of all comfort fill your heart and mind through Jesus Christ our Lord! If your heart is heavy you will cry, but God will wipe the tears from your eyes. Then you will know, we are not alone! MY FATHERS 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. O let me ne’er forget That though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the ruler yet. This is my Father’s world: the battle is not done: Jesus Who died shall be satisfied, And earth and Heav’n be one. This is my Father’s world, dreaming, I see His face. I open my eyes, and in glad surprise cry, “The Lord is in this place.” This is my Father’s world, from the shining courts above, The Beloved One, His Only Son, Came—a pledge of deathless love. 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. 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. I walk a desert lone. In a bush ablaze to my wondering gaze God makes His glory known. This is my Father’s world, a wanderer I may roam Whate’er my lot, it matters not, My heart is still at home.
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 21:51:34 +0000
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