Rainbows on mountains

Tirzah insisted that I take a picture of the moon as it rose above the mountain a few nights ago.

My Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou are mine--

For Thee all the follies of sin I resign;

My gracious Redeemer, my Savior art Thou:

If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, 'tis now.

I love Thee because Thou hast first loved me

And purchased my pardon on Calvary's tree;

I love Thee for wearing the thorns on Thy brow:

If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, 'tis now.

I'll love Thee in life, I will love Thee in death,

And praise Thee as long as Thou lendest me breath;

And say when the death-dew lies cold on my brow,

"If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, 'tis now."

(A life well spent is one that is spent constantly giving Him praise.)

In mansions of glory and endless delight,

I'll ever adore Thee in heaven so bright;

I'll sing with the glittering crown on my brow,

"If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, 'tis now."

(Imagine being surrounded by beautiful mansions, but even then, God is more glorious.

He wears a thorny crown [verse 2] to be able to give us a glittering, glorious crown.)

A couple weeks ago there was a bright, distinct rainbow on the mountain right by our house.  I have found in the past that rainbows are often hard to capture with their faded colors, so I was very glad that these pictures turned out!