Another childhood memory

My office in downtown Raleigh is located a couple blocks from Edenton Street United Methodist Church.  Many days, I go outside around noon so that I can hear the bells ringing familiar hymns.  This morning, I signed into Pandora and the first song that came up was "This is my Father's World".  


It is interesting to me where memories come from...  I have always been one to say that memories don't lie in "things".  Recently, I am beginning to doubt my assertion/statement.  It has become more obvious that memories for me do indeed really come from various songs, sounds, foods, etc.  


This song reminds me of my childhood in Beaufort and attending First Baptist Church in Beaufort.  It reminds me of the many Sunday School assemblies led by "Miss Margaret" Gillikin.  It reminds me of all the things she taught me, Bible-based or just life.  I am grateful everyday for the lessons of my youth and the reminders of those childhood memories.   

This is my Father's world, 
and to my listening ears 
all nature sings, and round me rings 
the music of the spheres.  
This is my Father's world:  
I rest me in the thought 
of rocks and trees, of skies and seas; 
his hand the wonders wrought.

This is my Father's world, 
the birds their carols raise, 
the morning light, the lily white, 
declare their maker's praise.  
This is my Father's world:  
he shines in all that's fair; 
in the rustling grass I hear him pass; 
he speaks to me everywhere.

This is my Father's world.  
O let me ne'er forget 
that though the wrong seems oft so strong, 
God is the ruler yet.  
This is my Father's world:  
why should my heart be sad?  
The Lord is King; let the heavens ring!  
God reigns; let the earth be glad!