God saw all that he had made. And behold, it was very good.Genesis 1:31, NASB

If you are like me, God often speaks to you the loudest through vast mountains and delicate butterflies. He calls your name as wind whips through tall trees, as the woodpecker peck-peck-pecks, as the cicadas begin to hum their noisy tune. Take a few moments to enjoy his big, beautiful Creation today, why don't you? And, while you are it, not only look—but listen. See if praise cannot help but spring forth from your heart, see if prayer becomes as natural as breathing.

And meanwhile...enjoy this:


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 hands 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:

why should my heart be sad?

The Lord is King; let the heavens ring!

God reigns; let the earth be glad.

-"This is My Father's World," text by Maltbie D. Babcock, music adapted by Franklin L. Sheppard