A gale came up – the wind blew The old weakened fence almost rent in two Now it is bent and ready to fall To collapse, part of the fence must take up the slack!
Sitting on a bench, surveying the damaage Like the fence the load is too heavy and we fall And I questioned Why are some of us strong and some weak And some have no hope at all? But the battle is not for us to keep . . . *
Sitting on a bench surveying the squall I thought about others Some of us are strong and some are tall And some of us have no hope at all Life’s storms weaken and we fall
And then I THOUGHT! When we take our eyes
from our own storms of LIFE we can become a help to others!
*Selected verses from my poem ‘The Old Bent Fence’
rich and green Now a stirring of trees swept clean
Shorter days and longer nights – Fall has arrived!
The season I love best now must rest It is not for me to grieve
Autumn winds must blow From its tower the eagle released and upon its wings I will soar!
The season I love best now must rest It is not for me to grieve Autumn winds must blow From its tower the eagle released And upon its wings I will soar
Once a pure and fruitful land with flowing rivers and springs
Trees and flowers nestled among mountains and hills A delightful scene to meet the eye
A young man and woman fresh from the hand of God wonder who made such a lovely place for them to abide
At the setting of the sun in the coolness of the ‘even A Heavenly Man comes to visit His children “Please tell us how all this came to be who created the land and the sea?”
“In the very beginning only darkness appeared and water covered the earth It was I who shut in the sea with doors when it burst forth and I said “This far you may come but no farther your proud waves must stop” Then out of nothing I made light It was I who commanded the morning and caused the dawn to know its place It took just six days to create this world
And on the Seventh Day I rested from all my works All was tranquil, calm and full of peace And though I rejoiced of the things I have done my heart is sad I must create a people to complete this week And so you come from dust and clay”
Until one day you will disobey Leaving your home In that moment of time I will speak my Sacred Word for my words are always True A promise I will give
Though the gates of Eden will be locked Six thousand years will be allotted to this earth!
For as it says “A day of creation equals a thousand years”
You will go forth and till the land but it will lose its strength, plant and seed will fade unable to feed those who hunger and thirst
Water will be scarce and land unable to drink The taste of sweetness will turn sour the pollution of man will destroy the earth with waste
Pestilence and plague will ravage the land but those who trust in me will be spared
Creation will groan with labor pains, earth waiting to give birth A funeral will be declared An obituary written for a dying world A pen dipped in black in judgement and ashes Recording the history of the human race
From Creation to the Fall
To the Flood Father Abraham to Moses to a promised land To a temple of splendor The Prophets who pled with tears and cries To a Baby born To a Savior Returning to take home His own Your inheritance will be complese
A last will and testament left to you A New world and its treasures A year of Jubilee and healing will visit the land For all who Honor Me will enter My Sabbath Day of Rest
Wait and Watch for no one knows the day nor the hour
Of Eden lost to Eden restored But your GOD in Heaven!
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