This is our Father's world, and to my listening ears, all nature sings, and round me rings the music of the spheres.
This is my Father's world. I rest me in thought of rocks and trees, of skies and seas--His hand the wonders wrought.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
The Old Inventor
(Your probably wondering what he has in his hand and what he is doing? I'll reveal that to you later). ;)