Satchmo

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

The colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shakin' hands, sayin' "How do you do?"
They're really saying "I love you"

I hear babies cryin', I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll ever know
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
Yes, I think to myself, what a wonderful world

Oh yeah

Paul said the same thing to the church at Rome, but he said it this way:

"For since the creation of the world God's invisible qualities--his eternal power and divine nature--have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that men are without excuse. "

Oh God, you are creative! You not only gave us Leviticus in all it's exactness, you gave us daisies, and geraniums, and chrysanthemums (spelling courtesy of Anne Shirley), and you gave us imaginations. And when we abuse them and the bodies you made us and we are without hope, in love You gave us hope in Jesus. Thanks.

And for all 3 people who actually visit this site, heaven isn't about harps and halos, eh. It's a celebration with/of the Guy who made GREEN. Like Rich Mullins says, "He had to sit around and think up green!" What kind of God is that?!

But until then, What a wonderful world.

Oh yeah.