A lot has happened in Joshua and my lives since I last posted news about us, but that will have to wait. This post is to honor the memory of a special man -- my Uncle Bob, the Trout Slayer. After months of battling pain and the complications that multiple myeloma brought to his body, the Lord called Bob by name and welcomed him home on June 23, 2008.
I have found some comfort in the CD "Gloria: The sacred music of John Rutter." The words to this beautiful hymn seem appropriate at this time for someone who explored, cared for and truly loved the earth God created for us.
For the Beauty of the Earth
F.S. Pierpoint, 1835-1917, slightly altered
For the beauty of the earth,
For the beauty of the skies,
For the love which from our birth
Over and around us lies;
Chorus:
Lord of all, to thee we raise
This our joyful hymn of praise.
For the beauty of each hour
Of the day and of the night,
Hill and vale, and tree and flower,
Sun and moon and stars of light;
Chorus:
Lord of all, to thee we raise
This our joyful hymn of praise.
For the joy of human love,
Brother, sister, parent, child,
Friends on earth, and friends above,
For all gentle thoughts and mild;
Chorus:
Lord of all, to thee we raise
This our joyful hymn of praise.
For each perfect gift of thine
To our race so freely given,
Graces human and divine,
Flowers of earth and buds of heaven
Chorus:
Lord of all, to thee we raise
This our joyful hymn of praise.
Grateful to have known Bob Weaver a bit during his life.
Sheryl
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