I went out just before sunrise. The light of the sun was reflecting over the hill, from the sky above, yet was light enough to see.
In my ears I heard the air filled with a cacophony of birds singing to our Creator. Such a wonderful, marvelous, lovely sound to hear.
I cannot help but thank and praise the Lord for the beauty He has given to the crown of His creation. You and me.
During the later morning hours, sitting in my office preparing for Sunday morning in our church; I heard a clunk at my office window. Seeing how we had four of our grand children present, and they were outside, my first thought was that one of the smaller ones threw something and hit the window. However, when I looked out the window I saw our dogs gathered around something on the ground, they were sniffing at it, and blocking my view of whatever it was.
I went outside and looked. It was a small bird. It was still alive. It’s eyes were blinking, and I could see the movement of its breast by its breathing. I picked up the little bird, and held in my hands. After a few minutes the bird sat up, got on its feet, still stunned.
I took it and showed it to my grand kids. They were thrilled wanting to touch it, and pet it. He/She just sat there in my hand. One time flying under the trampoline. I retrieved her/him, and she continued to sit on my hand for a while longer. In just a little while she flew away; flying very low to the ground, finding a resting place, and perching herself on a limb; sat there for a while. I did notice later that she was gone. I supposed she had finally came to her senses and flew away.
This morning, as I was in the office doing my blog writing, there was a bird that came singing at my window. My thoughts were that this bird thought she would sing a song for me praising the LORD for His goodness; and letting me know she was fine.
When I hear birds singing; I believe they are singing praises to the King of kings, the LORD of hosts, and that is what God has made them for. He made us for worship too. However, it seems that we are the only part that fails to do so.
Listen to the birds sing. Listen to the Bird Song.
Along the banks of Flat Creek.
Fairest Lord Jesus
1. Fairest Lord Jesus, Ruler of all nations, O Thou of God and man the Son; Thee will I cherish, Thee will I honor, Thou, my soul’s glory, joy, and crown.
2. Fair are the meadows, Fairer still the woodlands, Robed in the blooming garb of spring; Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer, Who makes the woeful heart to sing.
3. Fair is the sunshine, Fairer still the moonlight And all the twinkling, starry host; Jesus shines brighter, Jesus shines purer Than all the angels heaven can boast. A-MEN.
From the German, Seventeenth Century
From Schlesische Volkslieder, 1842
Arr. by Richard S. Willis, 1819-1900
-posted by Tim A. Blankenship
O SAFE TO THE ROCK
1. O safe to the Rock that is higher than I, My soul in its conflicts and sorrows would fly; So sinful, so weary, Thine own would I be; Thou blest “Rock of Ages,” I’m hiding in Thee.
Hiding in Thee, hiding in Thee, Thou blest “Rock of Ages,” I’m hiding in Thee.
2. In the calm of the noontide, in the sorrow’s lone hour, In times when temptation casts o’er me its power; In the tempests of life, on its wide, heaving sea, Thou blest “Rock of Ages,” I’m hiding in Thee.
3. How oft in the conflict, when press’d by the foe, I have fled to my refuge and breath’d out my woe; How often, when trials like sea billows roll, Have I hidden in Thee, O Thou Rock of my soul.
William O. Cushing, 1823-1902
Ira D. Sankey, 1840-1908
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Blessed Assurance, Jesus is Mine
Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine! Oh, what a foretaste of glory divine! Heir of salvation, purchase of God, Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.
This is my story, this is my song, Praising my Saviour all the day long; This is my story, this is my song, Praising my Saviour all the day long.
Perfect submission, perfect delight, Visions of rapture now burst on my sight: Angels descending bring from above Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
Perfect submission, all is at rest, I in my Saviour am happy and blest: Watching and waiting, looking above, Filled with His goodness, lost in His love.
Fanny J. Crosby, 1820-1915
Mrs Joseph F. Knapp, 1839-1908
-posted by Tim A. Blankenship
Worshipping along the banks of Flat Creek.
I know that my Redeemer liveth, And on the earth again shall stand;
I know eternal life He giveth, That grace and power are in His hand.
I know, I know that Jesus liveth, And on the earth again shall stand;
I know, I know that life He giveth, That grace and power are in His hand.
Because He loves us, and because He lives we can worship and love Him.