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by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend. "Pleasant words are as an honeycomb,     sweet to the soul, and health to the bones." Proverbs 16:24 KJV

Little House in Dusseldorf 1856 View of Valaam Island. Kukko 1859-1860 Ivan Shishkin and A. Guinet in the Studio on the Island of Valaam 1860 Windmill in the Field 1861 Forest Landscape. Road 1876 A Rye Field 1878 Edge of the Forest 1879 At the Edge of a Pine Forest 1882 Corner of Overgrown Garden. Goutweed-grass 1884 By the Seashore 1889 Morning in a Pine Forest 1889 Haystacks, Preobrazhenskoe 1890 Winter 1890 In the Wild North 1891 Rain in an Oak Forest 1891 After the Storm. Mary Howie 1891 Forest Cemetery 1893 The Pine Forest 1895 Kama near Yelabuga 1895 Mill in the Forest, Preobrazhenskoe 1897 Mast-Tree Grove 1898 "This is my Father’s world, the birds their carols raise, The morning light, the lily white, declare their Maker’s praise." Maltbie Davenport Babcock

"it shall come to pass, when I bring a cloud over the earth, that the bow shall be seen in the cloud: and I will remember my covenant" Genesis 9:14-15 KJV

"Old Hammer Found on Honister Crag" © Copyright Iain Lees Licensed for reuse under CC BY-SA 2.0 Album:   Handiwork Artist:  Tom McConnell Year:  2014 I am a hammer that can help to build this land, But I need the Architect Who’s written out the plan. And I am an instrument. I’m broken but redeemed, And I was made to play my Saviour’s symphony. Alleluia! I am not my own. I was bought with the blood of the Righteous One. And I was designed with His work in mind, So I can delight in Him until the day is done. Oh, I’ve never earned a single breath that I have breathed, And yet they keep on coming and they do not cease. And when the morning comes and I open up my eyes, I know that I did not commission this sunrise. Alleluia! I am not my own. I was bought with the blood of the Righteous One. And I was designed with His grace in mind, So I can abide in Him until the day is done. We are all pieces of handiwork. We were made to work, so let’s ge...