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My Heavenly Father Loves Me


With the seasons changing, I am reminded of all the creations Jesus made. Although all are different, each is beautiful in its own way: from the starry heavens to the deep oceans, the lush forests to the barren deserts, the majestic mountains to the tiny flowers, the galloping horse to the waddling penguin, the flying birds to the swimming fish. They all testify of His existence, power, artistry, and love, as written in my favorite Primary song:

Whenever I hear the song of a bird
Or look at the blue, blue sky,
Whenever I feel the rain on my face
Or the wind as it rushes by,
Whenever I touch a velvet rose
Or walk by a lilac tree,
I'm glad that I live in this beautiful world
Heavenly Father created for me.

He gave me my eyes that I might see
The color of butterfly wings.
He gave me my ears that I might hear
The magical sound of things.
He gave me my life, my mind, my heart:
I thank him reverently
For all his creations, of which I'm a part.
Yes, I know Heavenly Father loves me.

("My Heavenly Father Loves Me," Children's Songbook, p. 228--To listen to the song, scroll to the bottom of the page; it is sixth on the playlist.)

Sharing Time: What is your favorite creation?
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Anonymous said…
when it's my turn to pray i thank Heavenly Father for the incredible place I live- every work day I get to see the Pacific Ocean and hills at the same time and The Marines doing drills in tanks and battleships and helicopters and doing this to protect our freedoms
and the temperature and the flowers and trees- al the rabbits I see every day and the birds-DAD
October 12, 2009 at 12:06 AM
Anonymous said…
One of my favorite creations of the Father is you.
Mom
October 20, 2009 at 6:31 PM
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