If you follow the link below you will find out how this hymn changed everything for her at the age of 9. If her parents had known what was going to happen there, they never would have sent her to church camp.
This is my Mother’s world, and to my listening ears
All nature sings, and round me rings the music of the spheres.
This is my Mother’s world: I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
Her hand the wonders wrought.
This is my Mother’s world, the birds their carols raise,
The morning light, the lily white, declare their Maker’s praise.
This is my Mother’s world: She shines in all that’s fair;
In the rustling grass I hear Her pass;
She speaks to me everywhere.
This is my Mother’s world, should my heart be ever sad?
This is my Mother’s world. I walk a desert lone.
In a bush abloom to my wondering gaze She makes Her glory known.
This is my Mother’s world, a wanderer I may roam
Whate’er my lot, it matters not,
My heart is still at home.