my Father's world

Perry Hall, MD

We sang this hymn at the Quaker meeting Sunday:

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.

I think of it now, as we contemplate walking through Baltimore tomorrow. People have warned us it's not very safe. (Though one woman Sunday said that with the "level of light in those two" it shouldn't be a problem—a Quaker way of saying God is with us?) We'll pray for the city as we pass through. And remember the last verse of that hymn:

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.