My Father Cries

On the green grass,
In the blue sky,
Everywhere I look, my father cries.

Orange sky, white clouds,
Coloured birds and also people,
Everywhere I look, my father cries.

Brown leaves on the ground,
Yellow pollen flying around,
Everywhere I look, my father cries.

Why? Oh! Why, does my father cry?

Look at the birds, carrying on with their lives,
Doing their bit, to make this paradise.

Look at the people,
Cries my father in anger,
What have they done to not endanger?

Everywhere I look, I can do nothing but cry.

You are...

You are who you are for a reason.

You're part of an intricate plan.

You're a precious and perfect unique design

Called God's special woman or man.

You look like you look for a reason

Our God made no mistake.

He knit you together within the womb,

You're just what He wanted to make!

The parents you had were the ones He chose

And no matter how you may feel

They were custom-designed with God's plan in mind

And they bear the Master's seal.

No, that trauma you faced was not easy

And God wept that it hurt you so

But it was allowed to shape your heart

So that into His likeness you'd grow.

You are who you are for a reason,

You've been formed by the Master's rod.

You are who you are, beloved,

Because there is a loving God!

~ Russell Keilfer ~

I look to mountains...

...High above,

Where comes help,

Where comes help.

My help comes from the Lord alone,

The God of all, the Keeper true,

For now and evermore.