Harvest
There's a seedtime up in Heaven
There's a harvest here on earth.
There's a growing in the Spirit
When amazing love gives birth.
There's a boundless joy in giving,
There's a peace that's too profound
For our human understanding
When the Lord prepares the ground.
There are roots made firm by patience;
There's a goodness straight and tall,
Loyal and assured in meekness
Answering the Saviour's call.
There's a flow'ring of the spirit
Disciplined by self-control,
Gentle kindness branching outwards
In a fellowship of soul.
There's no limit to the freedom
Jesus offers to his own,
Rooted, nurtured by His Spirit,
Fruit to bear divinely grown.
There's rejoicing up in Heaven
At the harvest here on Earth,
Souls to feed and life fulfilling
When the love of God gives birth.
© Doreen Simm suggested tune 'There's a light upon the mountains'
What colour shall I paint you God?
Shall I paint you black, for in the beginning all was dark, desolate, waiting for your word?
Or red, the warm enclosed safe energy of pregnancy, lifeblood shed at birth, and death?
Will you be orange, a healing welcome in your calm soft comfort, or warning and protecting from danger?
Shall I paint you yellow, joyful springtime God, colour of alertness, surprise and the here and now?
Perhaps a verdant growing green of mossy mystery, summertime profusion, or decay?
Or are you blue, endless as sky and sea, beyond and distant, sometimes cool and hard?
Or would you suit me best in purple splendour, serene promise of luxury, and grief?
Shall I put all these together, rainbow God; are you white light? How can I paint such joy?
Or maybe I should mix my paints and find an incarnation brown of full ripe earthiness,
Shall I try pink? turquoise? acid greenish yellow?
Why did you create so many colours, God?
What colour shall I paint you?
© Diane Coleman 2005