Mat 10:29 Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? And not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father.
Mat 10:30 But even the hairs of your head are all numbered.
Mat 10:31 Fear not, therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows.
Luk 12:6 Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? And not one of them is forgotten before God.
Luk 12:7 Why, even the hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not; you are of more value than many sparrows.
Oh Lord, I consider the small birds this morning in the cold, and know that you have provided for them and care for them.
How lovingly you have provided for us today. Nothing has escaped your notice, you who created our bodies to function at the most microscopic levels and you who cast the stars into the heavens.
Let us quietly sit before you and remember all your mighty and loving works toward us. We marvel at your creation and praise you our Creator.
Psa 84:2 My soul longs, yes, faints for the courts of the LORD; my heart and flesh sing for joy to the living God.
Psa 84:3 Even the sparrow finds a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, at your altars, O LORD of hosts, my King and my God.
Psa 84:4 Blessed are those who dwell in your house, ever singing your praise! Selah.
Rev 4:10 The four and twenty elders fall down before him that sat on the throne, and worship him that liveth for ever and ever, and cast their crowns before the throne, saying,
Rev 4:11 Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honour and power: for thou hast created all things, and for thy pleasure they are and were created.
http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/a/l/allbeaut.htm
All beautiful the march of days, as seasons come and go;
The Hand that shaped the rose hath wrought the crystal of the snow;
Hath sent the hoary frost of Heav’n, the flowing waters sealed,
And laid a silent loveliness on hill and wood and field.
O’er white expanses sparkling pure the radiant morns unfold;
The solemn splendors of the night burn brighter than the cold;
Life mounts in every throbbing vein, love deepens round the hearth,
And clearer sounds the angel hymn, “Good will to men on earth.”
O Thou from Whose unfathomed law the year in beauty flows,
Thyself the vision passing by in crystal and in rose,
Day unto day doth utter speech, and night to night proclaim,
In ever changing words of light, the wonder of Thy Name.
[Hush of Winter, by Willard L. Metcalf (1858-1925)]
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Thank You, our Savior and God, for this Place of Worship and Praise. Your Blessings are Manifold and Great, and we Love to Lift High Thy Name. We Adore our Glorious Lord of lords, our Savior, our Master, our Mighty King of kings. Cover my Brothers and Sisters with Blessing, and Answer All their Prayers, our Lord of Love.
Revive our America, our Gracious God, and Turn us from our Wickedness and Sin. Strengthen and Protect our Military, O Powerful God. Thank You for Caring for us; Thank You for Your Precious, Gracious Love.
Jehovah is my Rock,
My Fortress and my Savior.
I will Hide in God,
Who is my Rock and my Refuge.
He is my Shield
And my Salvation,
My Refuge and High Tower.
Thank You, O my Savior,
For Rescuing, for Delivering me. (2Sam.22:2,3)
Be Praised and Glorified Forever, Your Highness our Great and Loving King. In Jesus' Name we Pray All Things, amen.