23 March 2011

Outside the LCMS International Center This Morning

How glorious art Thou in the springtime, when every creature awakes to new life and joyfully sings Thy praises with a thousand tongues. Thou art the Source of Life, the Destroyer of Death. By the light of the moon, nightingales sing, and the valleys and hills lie like wedding garments, white as snow. All the earth is Thy promised bride awaiting her spotless husband. If the grass of the field is like this, how gloriously shall we be transfigured in the Second Coming after the Resurrection! How splendid our bodies, how spotless our souls!--Akathist of Thanksgiving

1 comment:

Becky said...

Very pretty! Isn't it great?! Every spring I'm amazed at how quickly the green shows up. Even with the temperatures cooling down tonight, there's a light at the end of the cold weather tunnel.