A few days after I’d taken photos of spring blooms, I read The
Making of the Beautiful: The Life Story of Annie Johnson Flint. (She wrote
many of the hymns we love, including He
Giveth More Grace.)
One of the poems interspersed in the telling of her story is Spring Song of Praise. In it, the poet
imagines all of creation being “roused from winter’s chilling dream” and
beginning to praise the Lord.
That’s an apt description of springtime, isn’t it? A world that
has seemed asleep—even dead—begins to show signs of awakening, signs of coming
to life.
Buds and blooms and bees and birds suddenly appear everywhere. And
what a delight they are. How the sight of them lifts our spirits. How the sight
of them should cause you and me to join them in songs of praise to our Creator.
One of my favorites is This
Is My Father’s World.* What’s
yours?
* written by Maltbie Davenport Babcock and published in 1901
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