The ground isn't covered with snow and ice where I live, but it's evident winter is with us and hasn't let go of its grip on the trees in the field behind the house or the grass in some of the neighborhood lawns. The red maple and green wax myrtles dot the side of the rode with hints of days to come, but the cypress trees stand tall and barren,still, and the oaks are beginning to shed. The wonder of mid February for us is that the winter hold is never a strangle hold this time of year, and the promise of new green and soft warm daily manifests itself, timid at first then bold and brazen. It's like me walking down a long, city block on a sidewalk when the block ends and an intersection pops into view and the solid breadth of building stops abruptly. I turn the corner, face into a gentle breeze, and suddenly the mocking bird sings. That's when I know it's spring in Central Florida.
When I look at the night sky and see the work of your fingers-
the moon and the stars you set in place-
what are mere mortals that you should think about them,
human beings that you should care for them?
Yet you made them only a little lower than God
and crowned them with glory and honor,
You gave them charge of everything you made,
putting all things under their authority-
the flocks and the herds
and all the wild animals,
the birds in the sky, the fish in the sea, and everything that swims the ocean currents.
O Lord, our Lord, your majestic name fills the earth. Psalm 8:3-9
3 comments:
I love the song that goes with those verses. As I sing it the majesty fills my spirit. take care
I, like Mary, love the song and the music was in my head as I read the scripture. That is the beauty of singing in a church choir..the music flows thru the brain on a regular basis.
Ruthie
Could you guys hum me a few bars?
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