Days like these take my breath away, and I inevitably find Maltbie Davenport Babcock's song "This is My Father's World" running through my head again and again:
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.
- 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: why should my heart be sad? The Lord is King; let the heavens ring! God reigns; let the earth be glad!
This world bears His glory, and we are witnesses to it with every waking moment. That's certainly something to celebrate. Delight in His handiwork!
"For ever since the world was created, people have seen the earth and sky. Through everything God made, they can clearly see His invisible qualities—His eternal power and divine nature...." (Romans 1:20).