MY GARMENT OF PRAISE
God, this morning Your sun arose at the exact minute set for it,
Today the grass is covered with diamonded dew,
And all the birds are singing their brightest morning songs to You.
I heard the trees whispering; was it a prayer, or was it praise?
In the flower bed, the black-eyed Susan turned up her face
the rose in full bloom sent her fragrance heavenward.
And I am ready too, Lord, to put on my garment of praise,
I stand in awe that You love me and so I bend my knee,
I asked the little fellow,
“Tell me, sonny, what’s your name?”
The little fellow said with joy,
“I’m my Daddy’s boy.”
He was probably three or four.
He knew who he was, and to whom he belonged.
“I have a good Daddy and he’s big and strong;
And I’m my Daddy’s boy!”
He knew his Daddy loved him;
that his Daddy’s lap was his.
Walking hand-in-hand with Dad,
that was childhood bliss.
Like the little fellow, I too can say with joy,
“I am my Father’s child,”
a relationship I enjoy.
My Heavenly Father loves me and cares for me each day,
And comforts me by whispering, “Everything will be okay.”
IF BIRDS COULD TALK
The robin on the lawn
was a handsome bird.
With a characteristic hop,
he bent to grab an insect from the grass.
Then paused and stood erect,
a stately form in his formal best,
his dark tuxedo with the rust-colored vest.
This confident bird a message sent,
“You can see that I’m content.
God made me a robin;
I’m His design.
And a happier robin you’ll never find.”
“But you humans, I hear you grumble a lot,
always complaining about what you’re not.
Not satisfied with who you are,
forgetting you’re God’s crowning glory by far.
So hold your head high,
you’re His special creation,
with even a close “Father-child” relation.
And the fact that He loves you, what joy that should bring,
what daily contentment and worshiping.”
By Doris Stensland