I see a storm approaching, but not to worry, nothing is going to change. God is the same, yesterday, today and tomorrow, if you keep your focus on him, nothing is going to change. Some may panic at the approach of the storm but we are called to be strong and courageous, a light shining in a dark world. God's plan works through storms and trials, there is a beauty, a rythym, a perfect melody to his plan and I wanted to capture the spirit of his plan in a poem.



The cold wind does chill but carries still a seed upon it's breast.
Storms rage but they are sage, in fertile soil lay the seed to rest
Rains come and pound that seed, driving it into the earth.
Some think it dies but we all know, it may just be a birth.
Ice and snow, they chill it so it breaks it's hard, hard, heart.
They take the wall that surrounds it and tear it all apart.
Spring rains come and torment it still, till it's tears become a root.
Out breaks the sun and with it's dying breath, the seed becomes a shoot.
Battered by wind, drenched with rain, baked in the sun, it lives and blooms.
The brilliant hued petals slowly unfurl, releasing the sweetest perfumes.
Harassed by bees who buzz all day and suck her sweetness dry.
They take it all and leave nothing behind, 'cept the pollen from off their thigh.
Robbed of her sweetness, she begins to fade, looking sad and blue.
Our flower seems to die. But what's this? Something new!
Not much of a something, not more than a little bump.
In the heat it grows and fills, till it's as round as a baby's rump.
Now look at the master plan, not a flower alone but a tree filled with loot.
Enough to feed an army, with it's sweet, delectable fruit.

I want to dedicate this to my three sisters in spirit, Val, Julie and Miche (and the rest of my brothers and sisters too numerous to mention) who have blessed and encouraged me along the way. Even though we've never met, I love them as much as my sisters by birth.

I LOVE YOU TOO, DON!!!

This was beautiful. Just beautiful. GIVE ME "Something new..." like you gave the flower Lord. I LOVE IT!

Lord, I pray that just as you slept in the storm, You, by the power of Your Holy Spirit, would give me rest. Jesus, give me the faith to believe in You, even when all evidence points in another direction. Help me, Father, to trust in Your protection and unfailing love and kindness. In Jesus' Name I pray, Amen.

Thank you Julie, I pray that you will have perfect peace in every storm. Resting softly in our Fathers arms, seeing only the face of his Son.

My sweet Don.... your lovely fragrance always fills the air! I am moved to tears! I love you my dear Brother....Oh if we could all have a heart like yours. My heart just smiles as I think of how your life is such a sweet smelling savour. Thank you Don for being Salt in an unseasoned World, a city that is set on a hill; and certianly a light in a darkened and cold place.

If you know me for very long... you will know that I think Nicole Nordeman is just a gift to the World. The way she so eloquently writes is just beyond me! She just expresses everything that I have inside of me but just can never find the Words to say. Your poem reminded me of a song she sings. It speaks of the different seasons in our life as a Christian. Here it is I hope that you enjoy!

Every Season

Every evening sky, an invitation
To trace the patterned stars
And early in July, a celebration
For freedom that is ours
And I notice You
In children's games
In those who watch them from the shade
Every drop of sun is full of fun and wonder
You are summer

And even when the trees have just surrendered
To the harvest time
Forfeiting their leaves in late September
And sending us inside
Still I notice You when change begins
And I am braced for colder winds
I will offer thanks for what has been and was to come
You are autumn

And everything in time and under heaven
Finally falls asleep
Wrapped in blankets white, all creation
Shivers underneath
And still I notice you
When branches crack
And in my breath on frosted glass
Even now in death, You open doors for life to enter
You are winter
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[font="Arial"]And everything that's new has bravely surfaced
Teaching us to breathe
What was frozen through is newly purposed
Turning all things green
So it is with You
And how You make me new
With every season's change
And so it will be
As You are re-creating me
Summer, autumn, winter, spring

Here is the song....the pictures with the song are awesome. Don check out the little boy at the end looking through the window. He reminded me of your precious one!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WZcRUraUetw


I love you!
Val
Messiahiscoming

Thank you for sharing that song and video. Yes, I believe that she is trying to convey the same things that I was. I would encourage everyone to watch and listen to the song. Sometimes an idea is easier to understand with visual and audio cues, simply beautiful the world that God has given us.

Yes Don I agree..... I knew when I read your poem exactly what you were saying. Thank you for being you! I loved your poem...just as I love you brother. I am glad that you enjoyed the song.

Val
Messiahiscoming

Val... that song makes me bawl like a big baby. !!! It is so beautiful.

MY GOD I LOVE FARMERS!

That's an awesome poem Don! Who wrote it? Was it you?

Yes, I wrote it. I'm a wannabe farmer.

AWWWW!!!!

Sounds like you have another calling on your life!

This could be a great illustrated work. Even a book for children.
You should refine your work and get a copyright.






Milkweed.

Here is another one Don wrote.... He is very gifted

http://www.christian-forum.net/index.php?s...pic=7504&hl=


Your Friend in Christ,
Val

Messiahiscoming

There's a flood of ideas Don.