Saturday, September 13, 2008


I was listening to a remake of some hymns yesterday, and these words brought to my mind the wonderful alpine meadows of Idaho filled with wildflowers:

Fair are the meadows,
Fairer still the woodlands,
Robed in the blooming garb of spring;
Jesus is fairer,
Jesus is purer,
Who makes the woeful heart to sing.

(From Fairest Lord Jesus)