Harvest Blessings.

Fields are full of combines, threshing ripened grain
Trucks are hauling bounty, to the bin and to the train.
Barley, wheat, canola,and all the crops of worth
Harvesting a miracle, bread and oil from dirt.

So after all the sweat and toil the grain is in the bin
Another good year, some more nice yields, satisfaction
But before we get too proud and vain, let's remember one more thing
Without the grace of God we are and remain nothing.

We go and plant the seeds with the very best of care
Fertilize and spray to protect whatever's there
But there's still one thing that's beyond our realm of control
Is what makes that little seed awaken up and grow.

So let's thank our Lord for blessings, for abundance in the fields
For water and for sunlight, for the reaping of the yields
For bountiful safe harvest, for all that is in store
For strength in times of trouble when we knock upon His door.

Another World.

Gazing at the stars tonight I feel a feeling start to grow
An awesomeness, a hunger for something that I don't know
I can feel it pulling at my very core and soul
If I could only catch that essence I just know that I'd be whole

Its a hunger in our breast that we cannot identify
That all the offerings and pleasures in this world won't ever satisfy
Although we search and try to fill that deep and hidden void
We can only smell and taste a bit, the just like that it's gone

Its there again on a drop of dew on that freshly opened rose
That newborn babe , the fiery sunset, that mountain topped with snow
Those precise mechanics of that vast and glowing universe above
And deep inside our soul recognizes that handiwork; the signature of God

Looking out at the crashing ocean waves, I feel so very small
This is not the result of chaos, its the result of a creator God
I sense Him all around me, I feel Him everywhere
And on your darkest day and hour, reach out He will be there

Some men try to fill that longing with the hoarding up of things
The gambler with his gambling,the drunkard with drink
The proud and the vain with vanity and gold
But it can't be filled here on earth, its the longing of the soul.

What is this thing that makes my heart yearn so?
Could it be
Could it be that we were made for another world?

"But as it is written, Eye has not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God has prepared for them that love him." 1 Corinthians 2:9

FreedomTo Sell What I Grow.

Grain farmers of the west, its time to make a stand
Against the propaganda that's sweeping across our land
The wheat board of Canada is quite the selling tool
Taking all the farmers wheat to sell into a pool.

That's not a bad idea but still not to fair to some
Who want control of what they grow under the prairie sun
Who want a say on when they sell, on how much and to whom
Not to some preordained sale in some preordained room.

Its by the sweat of each mans' brow that brings wheat to the bin
Its satisfaction of a seasons work and the stresses all therein
And when we hand over to those sellers on the board
We lose control of what we've grown and what we sell it for.

So all the folks that want the board, well power to you guys
We won't dictate what you can do and neither would we try
So how can you decide and say what's best for me and mine
Its only freedom that I want, in a free land I reside.

Yippee yi ya
Yippee yi yo
Freedom to sell what I grow.

September Haiku.

Stately, proud they stand
Trees clothed in ornate mantles
Yellow, orange, red

Golden ripened fields
Waving in the autumn sun
Beckon harvest time

Harvest moon aglow
Old and wise, has seen it all
Birth of mankind

Dancing northern lights
Ghostly green on velvet black
Since the dawn of time

The cry of wild geese
Fill the night as they circle
Land of living skies

Bountiful bounty
Thanksgiving to our Lord
Creator of all

Harvest Time.

Golden ripened fields
Waving in the wind
Patiently awaiting
Harvest time

Across the prairies
Combines threshing
Dust plumes rising
From farmers' fields

Orange harvest moon
Soft clear nights
Leaves whispering
Harvest time

The sound of geese
Fill the night
Landing everywhere
From living skies

Seasons bounty
Thanksgiving
To our Lord
For Harvest time.