Crooked Finger (crookedfingers) wrote,
Crooked Finger

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God is the ruler yet

It is 11:46 AM late Thursday morning. Carol got home from having breakfast with family members around 10:45 AM. One of the things Carol told me this morning was that Cal and Beth had to put their lama down. Cal and Beth's lama was 18 years old.

Carol went to bed for the day. I have been wandering the house. I still do not feel like doing anything. I have been waiting for the auto repair shop to call me and tell me what is wrong with my old Dodge van.

I had this old gospel hymn come to my mind this morning. Carol is always telling me that this world belongs to God. No matter how bad things look in the world, the world still is under the rule of God. It is weird seeing the rulers of China and the ruler Putin of Russia downing shots of vodka on the internet. It would be something to see the Chinese army and the Russian army join together to take over the world.

Russia will attack and invade America prophecy

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 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.

This is my Father’s world. O let me ne’er forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the ruler yet.
This is my Father’s world: the battle is not done:
Jesus who died shall be satisfied,
And earth and Heav’n be one.

This is my Father’s world, dreaming, I see His face.
I ope my eyes, and in glad surprise cry, "The Lord is in this place."
This is my Father’s world, from the shining courts above,
The Beloved One, His Only Son,
Came—a pledge of deathless love.

This is my Father’s world, should my heart be ever sad?
The lord is King—let the heavens ring. God reigns—let the earth be glad.
This is my Father’s world. Now closer to Heaven bound,
For dear to God is the earth Christ trod.
No place but is holy ground.

This is my Father’s world. I walk a desert lone.
In a bush ablaze to my wondering gaze God makes His glory known.
This is my Father’s world, a wanderer I may roam
Whate’er my lot, it matters not,
My heart is still at home.

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