King and I were looking at lyrics to hymns the other day.  We had some songs in mind for the wedding and were looking them up…such richness to the words.  King remarked that people love God so much in each generation.

“This is my Father’s world, the birds their carols raise,
The morning light, the lily white, declare their Maker’s praise.
This is my Father’s world: He shines in all that’s fair;
In the rustling grass I hear Him pass;
He speaks to me everywhere.”

From This is My Father’s World by Maltbie D. Babcock

As much as I am ready for some warm weather (mostly sunshine), the oversized, slowly drifting to the ground kind of snow flakes tug at my heart every time (in good way).