All things bright and beautiful...
I have been in awe of the magnificence of creation throughout our ride today. The power that creates and recreates the landscapes, the plants and the animals created and recreates us.
Today has been a day of glorious recreation for me.
Most days I sing (inside my helmet) and often an extraordinary thing happens - wonderful new songs come. Sometime we have the intercom on and Dick gets to share them. Sometimes we sing duets making up our own verses to songs.
Somewhere early on during our ride I began to sing 'All things bright and beautiful' and I composed my own lyrics as each new scene appeared.
The songs we learn when we are young become treasures.
All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.
Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colours,
He made their tiny wings.
The purple headed mountain,
The river running by,
The sunset and the morning,
That brightens up the sky;−
The tall trees in the greenwood,
The meadows where we play,
The rushes by the water,
We gather every day;−
He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell,
How great is God Almighty,
Who has made all things well.
Today has been a day of glorious recreation for me.
Most days I sing (inside my helmet) and often an extraordinary thing happens - wonderful new songs come. Sometime we have the intercom on and Dick gets to share them. Sometimes we sing duets making up our own verses to songs.
Somewhere early on during our ride I began to sing 'All things bright and beautiful' and I composed my own lyrics as each new scene appeared.
The songs we learn when we are young become treasures.
All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.
Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colours,
He made their tiny wings.
The purple headed mountain,
The river running by,
The sunset and the morning,
That brightens up the sky;−
The tall trees in the greenwood,
The meadows where we play,
The rushes by the water,
We gather every day;−
He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell,
How great is God Almighty,
Who has made all things well.
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