It Never Grows Old

I was staring through the window, saying to myself as I watch another storm vent itself, ‘This picture is growing old!’ And in the same breath I am spell-bound as a junco battles the gale to land on the snow-drift beneath the feeder…

 No, His wonders never grow old.

It never grows old; His blue-golden-gray

Falling in pictures along living’s way

Author of everything; see how His Hand

Moves through the ages in changeless command

Stunning man’s gaze with the power of His might

Filling our hearts with love-songs of delight

It never grows old; white, scarlet, bronze, slate

Awing spectators of lowly estate

Always spring-green overwhelms white-capped limb

Pictures of wonder and worship in Him

Over and over this canvas of sod

Tugs from its depths darling portraits of God

It never grows old; briefly we embrace

Each vapor vertex of season-spun grace

Ere it slips softly into history’s hold

While a new painting has replaced the old

Drawing our eyes from the crypt of the heart

To nature’s gallery of heaven-art

© Janet Martin

 Look around and praise Him if you are well and fed and clothed enough to enjoy it! What a gift indeed to be ticket-holders to the greatest gallery of all; God’s creation.The past two days were filled with sun-snow SPECTACULARS!

(these are a couple of the 100 or so shots that I've taken in the past few days:)