Today is one on the most beautiful Solemnities of the Year. When we stop to ponder how God made sure no one was excluded from His embrace from the Cross, we are humbled by His Kindness.
In His Book, Loves Endeavour, Loves Expense, William H Vanstone concludes with this Hymn to the Creator in Thanksgiving.
Morning Glory, Starlit Sky, Leaves in Springtime, Swallows Flight,
Autumn Winds, Tremendous Seas, The Sounds and Scents of Summers Night.
Soaring Music, Towering Words, Arts Perfection, Scholars Truth,
Joy Supreme of Human Love, Memories Treasure, Grace of Youth.
Open Lord are these Thy Gifts, Gifts of Love to mind and sense,
Hidden in Loves Agony. Loves Endeavour, Loves Expense.
Love that Gives, Gives Ever More, Gives with Zeal with Eager Hands,
Keeps Not, Spares Not, All Outpours, Ventures All, it's All Expends.
Drained is Love in Making Full, Bound in Setting others Free,
Poor in making Many Rich, Weak in Giving Power to Be.
Therefore, He who Thee reveals, Hangs O Father on That Tree
And the nails and thorns
Tell of what Thy Love must be.
Thou Art God! No Monarch Thou
Enthroned in easy State to Reign.
Thou Art God whose Arms of Love,
Aching, Spent the World Sustain.