This Is Still My Father’s World

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.

Before the foundations of the earth were laid, God authored every detail of creation. From the galaxies that swirl in distant space to the rhythm of waves on a quiet shore, the music of creation sings to those who will listen. This is not a random or abandoned world. It is His world.

In a time when climate fears, global crises, and godless agendas scream for control of nature, we rest in the reality that the world still belongs to its Creator. The rocks, trees, skies, and seas are not relics of cosmic chance, they are monuments of divine intention. The believer can rest in this: no agenda of man, no scheme of the beast system, can undo what God has made or thwart what He has planned.

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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.

Creation doesn't just exist—it worships. The birds do not worry, they sing. The lilies do not toil, yet they are arrayed more gloriously than kings (Matthew 6:28–29). And all of it declares: There is a Maker. Every sunrise is a sermon. Every breeze whispers, “He is near.”

But in these last days, the created world is groaning (Romans 8:22). And yet, even as birth pangs intensify (earthquakes, fires, floods, famines) the voice of the Creator still breaks through. His fingerprints remain. In a world flooded with digital noise and prophetic tension, the watchman must not become deaf to His whisper in the wind or His shout through the storm.

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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:

The battle is not done

Jesus who died shall be satisfied

And earth and heaven be one.

We are in the middle of the battlefield. Evil rises boldly. Lawlessness increases. Governments conspire. The beast system builds. And yet…God is the Ruler yet. When the wrong feels overwhelming, we must remember the score has already been settled at Calvary.

The battle is not yet complete, but the victory is already won. Jesus will return. He will rule. He will satisfy the longing of every soul that yearns for righteousness. One day Heaven and earth will be reunited, just as foretold. The millennial kingdom is not a dream. It’s destiny. Until then, we watch, we pray, and we proclaim, “This is still my Father’s world.”

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This is my Father's world:

Why should my heart be sad?

The Lord is King: let the heavens ring!

God reigns; let earth be glad!

The headlines scream. The nations rage. The darkness deepens. But the question remains—why should my heart be sad? This is not false optimism. This is truth rooted in eternal sovereignty. The Lord is King. Not will be—is. Right now. Even as the final prophetic pieces fall into place, He has not abdicated the throne.

Let the heavens ring with this reality: God reigns. The remnant may be small, the resistance strong, but we are not orphans in chaos. We are children of the King. While the world prepares for tribulation, we prepare for glory. And as we wait for the trumpet to sound and the sky to split, we do so not in despair, but with unshakable joy. Let earth be glad…for this is our Father’s world.

This is My Father’s World - Maltbie Davenport Babcock