The river bends away below, its surface rippling in the breeze. The hills on the opposite bank rise up in verdant splendour, praising God with the brilliant greens that come from newly resurrected trees springing to life from winter's slumbering death. As the river courses along, the sun casts lengthening shadows, sinking grandly into the western horizon, seeming to grow larger as it slowly floats out of sight behind the hills.
The air is filled with the sound of birds, calling to one another with joyful cries of spring. The first battalions of spring's flowers have strut their hour upon the stage and their radiant colors have begun to fade as the second wave assaults the senses with colors alive in teh sunset heightened intensity.
The Creator has set a visual feast for our enjoyment, enhancing it with the subtle spices of bird calls and blooming scents. He bids us to feast and rejoice, to give our thanks for His grace is but the humble acknowledgement of His due. Too often in our hurried lives, caught up in the man-made busy-ness of what we think is important, we forget our purpose is worship and He has presented us so many opportunities to stop and enjoy His world and worship Him in His peace.
Copyright © 1995, Josef Finsel, Revised - (9/15/1999)
The river bends away below, its surface rippling in the breeze. The hills on the opposite bank rise up in verdant splendour, praising God with the brilliant greens that come from newly resurrected trees springing to life from winter's slumbering death. As the river courses along, the sun casts lengthening shadows, sinking grandly into the western horizon, seeming to grow larger as it slowly floats out of sight behind the hills.
The air is filled with the sound of birds, calling to one another with joyful cries of spring. The first battalions of spring's flowers have strut their hour upon the stage and their radiant colors have begun to fade as the second wave assaults the senses with colors alive in teh sunset heightened intensity.
The Creator has set a visual feast for our enjoyment, enhancing it with the subtle spices of bird calls and blooming scents. He bids us to feast and rejoice, to give our thanks for His grace is but the humble acknowledgement of His due. Too often in our hurried lives, caught up in the man-made busy-ness of what we think is important, we forget our purpose is worship and He has presented us so many opportunities to stop and enjoy His world and worship Him in His peace.
Copyright © 1995, Josef Finsel, Revised - (9/15/1999)