On this day before Thanksgiving, I present a poem written by Amy Carmichael, one of the great heroes of the faith. Let’s contemplate our Heavenly Father’s amazing love for us this day and offer grateful hearts to Him.
Brooding Blue
Lord of the brooding blue Of pleasant summer skies, Lord of each little bird That through the clear air flies ‘Tis wonderful to me That I am loved by Thee Lord of the blinding heat, Of mighty wind and rain, The city’s crowded street, Desert and peopled plain, ‘Tis wonderful to me That I am loved by Thee Lord of night’s jeweled roof, Day’s various tapestry, Lord of the warp and woof, Of all that yet shall be, ‘Tis wonderful to me That I am loved by Thee Lord of my merry cheers, My grey that turns to gold, And my most private tears And comforts manifold, ‘Tis wonderful to me That I am loved by Thee