The Hand of the Master Creator

Yesterday I finally made time to walk through my beloved flower gardens.  While fall is in the air and the colors have begun to fade, the sweet fragrance of thousands of buds still filled the air.  The hand of the Master Creator never ceases to amaze me, and as I walked through the rows of beautiful color, a favorite hymn was brought to mind.

O Lord my God, when I in awesome wonder

Consider all the worlds they hands have made,

I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,

Thy pow'r thru out the university displayed;

When thru the woods and forest glades I wander,

And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees,

When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur

And hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze,

Then sings my soul, my Savior Got to thee,

How great thou art!

How great thou art!

Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to thee,

How great thou art!

How great thou art!