Sunday's Song

When I survey the wondrous cross

When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it Lord that I should boast,
Save in the Cross of Christ, my God;
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.

See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down;
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown.

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were an offering far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my heart, my life, my all!

-- Isaac Watts

A Visitor Midst the Thorns

We've been out picking juicy red raspberries for over a month, now, and have fought off bees of all sorts, stinkbugs, grasshoppers, and recently after a lot of rain (after a rather dry summer), pesky mosquitoes. ~Groan!~ But I never expected to find this little green frog hiding among the thorns and leaves! Isn't he sweet?

Last year we had one like him residing on a yellow sprinkler under our water faucet at the side of our house. He was partially hidden by the leaves of hostas. Otherwise, he was very easy to spot! --LKR