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John 9:1-25


The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.”
— W. B. Yeats


"My Heavenly Father Loves Me"

Whenever I hear the song of a bird
Or look at the blue, blue sky,
Whenever I feel the rain on my face
Or the wind as it rushes by,
Whenever I touch a velvet rose
Or walk by our lilac tree,
I’m glad that I live in this beautiful world
Heav’nly Father created for me.

He gave me my eyes that I might see
The color of butterfly wings.
He gave me my ears that I might hear
The magical sound of things.
He gave me my life, my mind, my heart:
I thank him rev’rently
For all his creations, of which I’m a part.
Yes, I know Heav’nly Father loves me.

Words and music: Clara W. McMaster, 1904–1997. © 1961 IRI. 

  • Which of your senses are you most grateful for today? 
  • Did you hear, see, feel, or smell something beautiful today? 
  • If you are missing one of your senses, how has your body enhanced your others to enrich your life?

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