"For the beauty of the earth
For the glory of the skies,
For the love which from our birth
Over and around us lies.
Lord of all, to Thee we raise,
This our hymn of grateful praise.
For each perfect gift of Thine,
To our race so freely given,
Graces human and divine,
Flowers of earth and buds of Heaven.
This our hymn of grateful praise."
It's such a beautiful Sunday morning, the first that either wasn't cold and/or raining or threatening severe weather in more than a month. So, I offer the first and last verse of one of my favorite hymns, "For the Beauty of the Earth," written by Englishman Folliott Sandford Pierpoint.
The photo was taken at Old Live Oak Cemetery last year when dogwoods were blooming and covered in Spanish Moss. Have a blessed Sunday!