For the wonder of each hour
Of the day and of the night,
Hill and vale and tree and flow'r,
Sun and moon and stars of light:
Christ, our Lord, to you we raise
This our sacrifice of praise.
verse 2, "For the Beauty of the Earth"
text: Folliott S. Pierpoint, 1835-1917, alt.
No, I mean really LOOK.
What do you see?
What a gift it is when God can break through to us, and turn an annual chore of raking up the fall refuse into an experience of the wonder of our God as revealed in the ordered chaos of autumn leaves.
Thank God who cares for us so much, that our Lord would create small miracles in our very own yard. Alleluia!