Praise Him With Strings

Friday, May 07, 2010

He charts the eagle's flight;

Commands the newborn baby's cry.

His fingerprints in flakes of snow,
His breath upon this spinning globe,

Creation sings the Father's song;
He calls the sun to wake the dawn
And run the course of day
Till evening falls in crimson rays.

Every month we divide up into new chores for that month.

This month I have table.

I set the table, clear the table and try to make it look nice.
This is the first setting I did.
Do you like it?

These are bad I know but I had fun which is the whole point, right???