This Is My Father’s World

I was listening to Randall Goodgame’s Hymnal this afternoon when I was caught off guard by the profound words of an old hymn. This is my Father’s world, and to my listening ears all nature sings, and round me rings the music of the spheres. This is my Father’s world: I rest me in the thought of rocks and trees, of skies and seas; his hand the wonders wrought. This is my Father’s world, the [...]