I had the occasion to visit a small village in West Cumbria and was stunned by the views of the area. As I drove south I could see the sparkling sea to my right, twinkling in the June sunshine. To my left were the majestic mountains experienced from an angle which tourists seldom see. Central Cumbria has the many visitors, the west is quieter and just as stunning.
As I travelled down small country lanes hoping I wouldn’t meet a tractor and taking note of each passing place, I wondered at the beauty of the area. I could see God’s hand everywhere. How sad to call it ‘mother nature’ and not realise it was created by ‘Father God.’
The hymn writer was able to put the thought into verse –
Heaven above is softer blue, Earth around is sweeter green,
Something lives in every hue, Christless eyes have never seen.
Carol