Ist Auch Eine Freude.

Where is all the Pleasure
Of this Life on Earth?
How can we rejoice over
Our Human birth.

There is so much crying
So much Fear and Pain
Suffering, then Dying
Is all that remains.

But we have a Savior
And a God above
He is our Creator
And His name is Love.

Oh, We'd weep in sorrow
If there was no God
But His Son came down to
Open Heavens door.

Who to Him will utter
My Lord and my God
Lives in Fear no longer
Surrounded by love.

Oft amid the Journey
Affliction comes and Pain
But under each Burden
We look up again.

And through Heavens Curtains
Our Lord gazes down
Gives us Strength and Courage
That we Journey on

Finally and gently
Jesus takes our Hand
Leads us from our Journey
To his Promised Land.

Hold On ToThat Tail.

Advice from a cowpuncher I once knew.

Now listen here lad, and listen up well
Remember this wisdom that I'm a'gonna tell
If you're want to be a farmer of God's good ground
Make sure you have some cows around.

Now cows are scavengers of the land
They survive in the bush and eat what they can
They clean up the sloughs and when winter draws near
Thrive and get fat on what's left behind the Deere.

Some guys sell off their cows when times get good
When there's lots of money and lots of food
And out in the field stands a bumper crop
The bins get full and prices goes up.

But when times get hard, and your luck don't hold
The trees grow thin and the wind blows cold
The dinner plate looks lonely with cheese n' mac
Its sure nice to have those cows in the back.

This saying dates back to the days of old
When the times get tough you need cows or gold
And when you get stuck and starting to drown
Grab a hold o' that tail and she'll pull you out!

The Stone.

A boulder lays on everymans' stair
Be it big or small but it is there
Its how we cope with that stoic stone
That defines our life and makes our home.

The rock at Dillan's door was huge beyond belief
He could take what he was given, or he could wallow in his grief
Either one or the other, but he had a choice to make
Which way will he go, there is so much at stake

Will he shout and scream at God, with anger and with rage
Or call to Him for help, for strength and for courage
And trust that God will find a way to help him understand
Or will he turn his back, and curse, and be a bitter man

Let's try to bear our burdens brave, refrain from questions why
Its only when we ask for help, that we learn how to fly
Reach out, accept the hands that reach out unto you
We're here to help each other, that's the healing thing to do.

That boulder lays on everymans stair
Be it big or small but it is there
Its how we cope with that stoic stone
That defines our life and makes our home.

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