Who are you?

  

 I'm told in the scriptures that we will know you by the works of your hand - by creation.  So as I look around I ask -

Are you like the mountains 

beguiling my eye? 

With silver-clad peaks piercing the sky? 

Are you like those mountains - untouchably high?

 

Are you like the valleys 

catching the snow

            the keepers of water for life down below?

 

Are you like the valleys - with life giving flow?

 

Are you like the river which grows in its quest 

seaward and downward 

from east and from west?

Are you like the river - never at rest?

 

Are you like the flower, the grass and the tree,

green growing home for the bird and the bee?

Are you like them all - a haven for me?

 

Oh God of the mountain, the river and glade

Oh God of the raindrops, the sunshine and shade

Oh God of the flowers, the springtime and fall

Oh God of creation - are you like them all?

 

Too high to reach

Too deep to feel

Too grand to know if you are real.

 

But the scripture says,
Romans 1:20 (NIV) “ For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that people are without excuse.”
 
So I know and I believe.

 
 

They need your help

 

Dear ones, You may find this poem a little difficult, but there are times when we do feel like the tiny birds who just cry out to God for strength and help - knowing all the while that God cares about each trouble that we face.

When the tiny birds aren’t ready,  fierce winds dry out the sky, and forests burn with angry fire

Who will help the babes to fly?

When peace and safety leave them, and they find no place to lie,

When your children aren’t ready

Who will help the babes to fly?

When the worries circle round them, and ever multiply,

When the way becomes uncertain.

Who will help them asking why?

They cry out!

“Oh God who made us, help us! 

Creator, please come nigh!

You see our plight. You see our turmoil!

You hear us when we cry.

You see us when we struggle, just barely getting by.

You know our heart’s condition.

You hear us asking, why?”

I pray, Dear Father. Help them.

Let your heavenly power surround them.

With wide strong wings lift them high.

Above the winds and trials and troubles,

where thoughts become a web of worries,

God in heaven hear their cry.

God, Oh, Father, help your children, 

when you hear their frightened cry.

Because you are my help, I sing in the shadow of your wings.  Psalm 63:7 (NIV)