This Day The Lord Has Made

As the frosted dew clings to the green blades of grass like tiny diamonds glinting in the sun; the carpet of nature stretches before us into the distance only to meet the turquoise skies of breaking dawn. The sounds of creation begin to stir in the crisp fall daylight creating a symphony of worship before the majestic artistry of the world awakening from slumber. No sight, no sound can measure the glory of the Risen King who is preparing His Father's House to welcome the saints of old and the modern age into the enteral splender that is being in the physical presence of the Living God of Creation.