Wolf vs Wolf.

As black as sin, shrewd hate in his eyes
Evil and angry, full of false pride and lies
Greed, guilt and arrogance all marked his cruel gait
Resentment and ego was what this wolf ate.

No room for another, here jealousy rules
How dare a white stranger, intrude into my home.

The pale wolf called Truth then softly walked in
Full of kindness and hope, so benevolently
With love, understanding and peace in his eyes
Compassionate, content, full of faith and wise.

"Start packing your bags, Truth said, for I'm moving in
Not enough room for us both, O black wolf called Sin."

The battleground is set, the line is drawn
The contestants entered, the fight is on
Who is stronger, who will win? We all want to know
They're so evenly matched, the black and the snow.
This fight can rage on for years an years
While the watchers watch on with smiles and tears.

But then in the end only one can succeed.
The stage is in your heart,
The victor:
The one you feed.




*inspired by the cherokee legend 'the two wolves inside us all'

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.

Stewards Of The Land.

Every morning I get up at the crack of dawn
Jump into my carrharts and then I'm gone
Red Wing work boots and bare callused hands
Holidays are work days for this steward of the land

Trying to grow a crop ain't as easy as it sounds
Its hurry hurry hurry just to get it in the ground
Its frost and weeds and insects, a biting of the nail
Drought, disease and flooding, or devastating hail

Now we are not complaining, we're made of sterner stuff
We rise up to the challenge when the going gets tough
We strive for perfection in everything we do
We can't afford to fool around, we have to feed the world!

We're farmers, we're the backbone, the bottom of the chain
Without us, fancy suits and ties would start to feel the pain
They'd soon come running, hat in hand, a begging for our trust
Better start believing boys and girls, it starts and ends with us.

Rain.

The sound of rain
Wakes me up
Makes me smile
I walk to the window
And see the rain
Coming down

I walk out
Into the night
And feel the rain
On my face
Reviving, refreshing
Coming down

This rain
Feeding the planet
Preventing
Drought and famine
Free for all
Coming down

Life
Rain
Reminding us
Of your Son Jesus
Thank you God
For coming down

One Kind Word.

What's it gonna cost to say one kind word.
Or don't you want to be overheard.
Are you afraid to speak from the heart.
When someone you know is traveling in the dark.
One kind word.

Don't you know what one kind word can do.
When someone's going 'who knows what it is' through.
That one kind word can turn their whole day around.
Or even just a smile, when you can't make a sound.
One kind word.

Theres something about kindness, that you should know.
When you give it to others, it sorta helps you.
It makes you feel happy, and so it should.
Cause you know you're passing on a gift from God.
With one kind word.

The part about being kind that's good to know.
Is the more that you use it, the bigger it'll grow.
Before you know it, you'll be a brand new man.
A good one, a kind one, and part of God's plan.
Starts with one kind word.

The Moon.

The moon slips silently into view
On this warm dark evening
Huge, round and bright
As I watch it climb the heavens
I wonder
How many generations before
Have gazed the same gaze
And felt the same wonder.

Its never changing
Stoic face
Orbiting since creation
Has seen it all
Dinosaurs and Leviathans
The Ark of Noah
Alone on the waters

Civilizations rise again
Pharaohs and Pyramids
Kings and Prophets
David and Bathsheba
Under its full gaze

The birth of its Creator
That night in Bethlehem
His teachings and travels
And at last
Crucifixion and Death
It must have wept
To see that empty cross
Stained with blood.

Wars and Uprisings
Destruction
Earthquakes and Volcanoes
Tsunamis
The rise and fall of nations

The progress of man
From beginning
To present
From mankind's first steps
To those that landed
On its foreign surface
From stone tools
And animal skins
To computers
And department stores

Murder and hatred
From the very start
Cain and Abel
Lies and evil
Crime continues
From mans heart

Lust and Love
Hearts meeting
Silently, some secretly
Embraces and kisses
Under its moonlit spell

It has seen it all
But never changes
Watching and waning
Expressionless
Changeless

Hey, Canada.

Hey Canada,
Thank you
For being wild, strong and free.
Hey Canada,
Thank you
For harboring me.

For I am just a humble man
Who's only passing through.
And I am Oh so happy
To share it all with you.

For your wild n' carefree beauty
Means so much to me.
There's no doubt whatsoever
Of where I want to be.

We have the best of everything.
We live in peace, you see.
And that my friend is worth it all.
Canada, My Home, My Country.

So let us give the glory
To the Maker of this land.
For you know we are all sitting
In the palm of His hand.

Hey Canada,
Thank you
For being wild, strong and free.
Hey Canada,
Thank you
For harboring me.