Last week we sung a Franciscan hymn that starts off:
(1)
Francis has made us see
How music fills the skies;
A glorious psalmody
Which cannot fail to rise
As God is praised by all mankind,
By water, sun, moon, stars and wind.
When I woke up this morning and saw the tree blossoming outside my window I just had to go and take some pictures.
(2)
Most High, Almighty Lord,
Blessing and praise are thine.
All honour we afford
To thee, whose great design
Has given us, unworthy, claim
To sing the glory of thy name.
(3)
'Go sell all that thou hast'
Did not the Master say?
The rich young man at last
Learns not to turn away,
But giving all, finds in its place
The wealth of poverty's embrace.
(4)
'My church is falling - Look!'
The crucified had said;
Yet more than stones it took
To raise her from the dead.
In him her ransom's signs appear,
Those saving wounds of nail and spear.
(5)
O God thou Father art,
And Son and Holy Ghost:
Imprint upon our heart
Those wounds through which thou dost
Afford us here, for life above,
Humility and joy and love.
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