Sunday, May 22, 2011

Sunday Morning Praise

As a child, these words were stamped on my heart.  Every Sunday morning, they were offered up as a sacrifice of praise.  To this day, they speak to my heart and bring my soul to a place of worship.

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heav'nly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
                          ~Louis Bourgeois


Hannah said...

What flowers are those?

Christine said...

Those are my mother-in-law's salvia. They are a perennial that blooms in the late spring and early summer. I think that if you cut off the dead bloom, they bloom agian. I am thinking of getting some when perennials go on sale.