
“A flower blossoms for its own joy.”
Oscar Wilde
Photo by Marge McCoy
Lord, I hear of Show’rs of Blessing
Lord, I hear of show’rs of blessing
Thou art scatt’ring full and free,
Show’rs the thirsty land refreshing;
Let some drops now fall on me.
Even me, even me,
Let some drops now fall on me.
Pass me not, O tender Savior!
Let me love and cling to Thee;
I am longing for Thy favor;
While Thou’rt calling, call for me
Even me, even me,
Let some drops now fall on me.
Love of God, so pure and changeless!
Blood of Christ, so rich and free!
Grace of God, so strong and boundless!
Magnify them all in me.
Even me, even me,
Let some drops now fall on me.
Lyrics: Elizabeth Codner
Music: WiIliam Bradbury (1816 – 1868)
Photo: Vicki Kingma
The world has different owners at sunrise… Even your own garden does not belong to you. Rabbits and blackbirds have the lawns; a tortoise-shell cat who never appears in daytime patrols the brick walls, and a golden-tailed pheasant glints his way through the iris spears.
Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Photo by Diane Domigan