Feel the Gentle Breeze

Today’s Envelope Art:IMG_2330.jpg

When through the woods, and forest glades I wander,
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees,
When I look down, from lofty mountain grandeur
And see the brook, and feel the gentle breeze

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

(The poem is taken from the much-loved hymn, How Great Thou Art.
Click here for Wikipedia’s interesting information regarding this hymn.



The Sun is Always Shining

Below is the scan (I wish the colors were as vivid in the scan as they are in real life) of envelope art before it gets addressed and stamped. See below for all the words to this song. I hope you are encouraged by the truth of the lyrics.

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Never fear tho’ shadows dark around your path may fall;
Do not let your heart be troubled;
From His throne in heaven,
God is watching one and all,
He will ever care for you.


Back of the clouds the sun is always shining,
After the storms your skies will all be blue;
God has prepared a rosy-tinted lining,
Back of the clouds it’s waiting to shine thru.

Winter long is over and the spring has gone her way,
Often have the storm-clouds gathered,
But the rain has only made the blossoms look more gay
Given earth a brighter hue.

Keep the light of hope eternal dwelling in your heart,
Rest upon the Father’s promise,
And you’ll find that care and trouble quickly will depart,
Heaven’s peace will enter in.

by Carolyn R. Freeman

Rough and Thorny Road


I Will Follow Thee, My Savior 

I will follow Thee, my Savior,
Wheresoe’er my lot may be.
Where thou goest I will follow;
Yes, my Lord, I’ll follow Thee.


I will follow Thee, my Savior,
Thou didst shed Thy blood for me;
And though all men should forsake Thee;
By Thy grace I’ll follow Thee.

Though the road be rough and thorny,
Trackless as the foaming sea,
Thou hast trod this way before me,
And I’ll gladly follow Thee.

Though I meet with tribulations,
Sorely tempted though I be;
I remember Thou wast tempted,
And rejoice to follow Thee.

Though Thou leadest me through affliction,
Poor, forsaken though I be;
Thou wast destitute, afflicted,
And I only follow Thee.

Though to Jordan’s rolling billows,
Cold and deep, Thou leadest me,
Thou hast crossed the waves before me,
And I still will follow Thee.

–James Lawson Elginburg.