hear it as I ready myself in the mornings. The song of many red breasted Robins. They come every spring to lay their blue eggs in carefully woven nests into our pear trees. They sing their robin song so beautifully as if an act of worship to their Creator.
They rely on him to bring them their mate for the season. They rely on him to bring them and their tiny ones food for the day. Their robin song fills my ears every morning as dozens of them roost together before the sun rises to begin a fresh new day. Can you hear the song of the robin?
You can if you go here. you may want to listen to the sweet song I hear in the mornings. It just refreshes my spirit to hear these birds of such beauty sing their love song for the Creator. As evening draws near another sound catches my ear. A sound that I long to hear. For me this is the marking of spring. This is the sound that tells me Spring is here to stay. They are called spring peepers if you go here you can hear what their song is.
This is another song of beauty to the Creator. The stillness of the night will bring these tiny little creatures out. They might be a very small frog. But with a host of thousand or maybe millions, their songs can be heard for miles as you walk along a marshy piece of land. As I think about these sounds, I think about the sounds that my ears could not possibly hear. Does the sun make a sound in the heavenlies when it rises on a new day? Does a host of angels sing a song of beauty to the King as a new day dawns on earth? What song is sung over me at different times of the day by my Heavenly Father? The sound of all of heaven when one just one sinner repents and asks Jesus to come into their sin deadened heart and make this heart a heart of flesh . A heart that beats only for its Creator. A heart that can only sing the soul salvation song. How I long to hear these unheard sounds. These unheard songs that only the Master of all creation hears daily and never tires over them. How I long to hear the cherubims calling out back and forth to the one who sits on his throne"Holy, Holy, Holy, is the LORD God Almighty, who was and is and is to come!" What a sound of worship that must be to his heart!
Father, I thank you for spring. I thank you for the ears to hear the sounds of all creation heralding in the spring season. I thank you for the beauty of the flowers that are blooming. Thank you for the eyes to see the beautiful colors of spring. Thank you for the many songs of beauty that are sung to you each day. All creation really does worship you great and mighty God!
Here are some pictures of the beauty God creates in our yard every spring