Saturday, November 17, 2012


The glorious armies of the sky
To Thee, Almighty King
Triumphant anthems consecrate
And hallelujahs sing.

But still their most exalted flights
Fall vastly short of Thee:
How distant then must human praise
From Thy perfections be!

Yet how, my God, shall I refrain
When to my ravished sense
Each creature everywhere around
Displays Thy excellence!
The active lights that shine above,
In their eternal dance,
Reveal their skillful Maker's praise
With silent elegance.
The blushes of the morn confess
That Thou art still more fair,
When in the east its beams revive,
To gild the fields of air.

The fragrant, the refreshing breeze
Of ev'ry flowery bloom
In balmy whispers own, from Thee
Their pleasing odors come.
The singing birds, the warbling winds,
and waters murmuring fall
To praise the first Almighty Cause
With different voices call.
Thy numerous works exalt thee thus,
And shall I silent be?
No, rather let me cease to breathe,
Than cease from praising Thee!
Elizabeth Rowe

Happy Thanksgiving


  1. Wonderful! Have a very Blessed Thanksgiving!!

  2. Hi Amy, this is beautiful and thanks so much for sharing it. I do hope that your Thanksgiving is a blessed event.
    The sculpture called, "Grandfather cuts loose the ponies" that you asked about . . .well, I found this link that tells you all about it

    they have some great photos, too
    Enjoy and Happy Thanksgiving.
    Connie :)

  3. Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family, Amy.

  4. Hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving! Laura