Apple Creek Poetry

 Harvest after harvest

He bows his knee to God,

Grateful that the good Lord

Made him a tiller of the sod.

The world calls them humble, but they know

Apart from Jesus, their heart is black.

They've struggled with pride, and self, and fear,

The many times they've gotten off track.

 God made a new family

Fashioned with love

Sent from our Saviour

And Lord up above.

 Creator of the seas and sand,

Who holds the oceans in His hand

And determines how far upon the land

The waves are allowed to flow,

 You placed in my heart a love so grand

For oceans blue and golden sand,

To be without it I could not stand.

Dear Lord, let it never be so.

 My daddy is the strongest man,

He chases monsters away.

He's not afraid of anything!

He says God made him that way.

 My daddy is so strong and brave,

He's not afraid of thunderstorms!

He just puts his arms around me

And makes me feel safe and warm.

 Fifty years together,

Two lives united into one,

Traveling the path set before them,

Following after the Son.

 Through every mother's heart I show

That every child is My creation,

Gifted, unique, and loved by Me,

So I've given her dedication.

 The world is in a mess.

There is violence, drugs, and war,

A failing economy,

A lack of hope, and more.

 Then the Lord spoke to my heart,

The heavenly Father to his son,

My son, you're not the designer.

As for plans, there's only one.

 For I've created this child.

I've placed her in your hand,

Not to map out her destiny

But to carry out My plan.

 Enclosed is a letter I wrote my daughter, Wendy, for her baby shower years ago. I share it with you now as an older mother to a new mother.

 Once I knew not God,

Nor the blessings of His grace.

I felt not His love,

Nor the strength of His embrace

 Before them stretched 2000 miles

Of wild, uncharted land,

Yet these pioneers were willing

To be drawn by destiny’s hand.

 Faithfully he worked each day,

Never did he complain.

He knew ordinary work

Was never done in vain.

 I looked at God’s creation,

At every lovely view,

And began to wonder why

God made these “special” few.

 Our heads are covered in the color red,

Rich purple is the color of our dress.

We get together to celebrate life,

To put aside all our worries and stress.

 Couples don't always see eye to eye.

But when they stand back to back,

each one sees a different view....

 You've worked hard for your success.

You can rightly feel proud,

But before you begin to boast,

Consider how you've been endowed.

 Our troops, so far away from home,

So bravely do they fight,

Standing between us and danger,

Toiling both day and night.

 A delightful wee thing,

As sweet as can be,

She loves everyone;

She’s the “cookie lady”.

 He always is encouraging

And bids us not to worry.

He seems so calm and peaceful,

Though he’s often in a hurry.

 It started quite by chance one day,

This meeting at the gate,

As father and son took a break,

It was the hand of fate.