Monday, June 16, 2014

last rose of summer

Then sings my soul,my saviour God to thee (TIS 155)
How do you describe a morning that is as whiter than white?
How do you describe the large 'old man' tree that lies on its side   becoming one with the soil
flanked by new winter grass its upper trunk majestic with a covering of shining frost
How do you describe the rising sun,silver like a moon,pushing its way through thick cold fog to filter through the silent eucalyptus in streams of soft morning light
How do you describe the last summer rose
on a leafless thorny bush?
Then sings my soul, my saviour God to thee,.How great thou art, how great thou art.
Grace and peace from the Lord Jesus Christ
Anne, servant of the Lord.