“Come thou Fount of every blessing”

Tune my heart to sing Thy grace

Streams of mercy never ceasing

Call for sounds of the loudest praise.”

As I ponder the words of this old hymn,

My heart is set ablaze

He does so many marvelous things for me

I am constantly amazed.

Before I rise in the morning

He has set my world on fire

The sun in all its glory

Rising higher and higher.

The many four-footed creatures

The songs of the birds in the trees

The flowers at my doorstep

How wonderful are these!

The mountains rise above me

The streams, a constant flow

The rainbow sending a message

Of the love He wants me to know.

At night He places the stars

As a canopy over my head

Another sign of His love for me

The promise of more of His blessings ahead.

This old hymn

Call for the highest praise

As we humbly acknowledge

His undeserving grace.

Nita Noble

3-11-16