thoughts about weather, and an exhortation to trust our Father, knowing that Mother Nature answers to Father God, and El Niño obeys El Padre
'Tis lovely in these parts today;
The temperature is nice and warm;
The grass is greening, I might say.
But of the ev'ning we are warned
That weather quite severe may come
With thunderstorms and softball hail.
Tornadoes are foreseen by some,
Though, truly, only time will tell.
So we can joy in weather fair,
And weather foul we can endure,
For all's from God, and for our good.
Indeed, of this, we can be sure.
So even when we cannot see
Why certain things, endure, we must;
How weather foul could possibly
Be for our good; May we still trust!
Thursday, April 06, 2006
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6 comments:
So good to see you put this on your blog! Excellent poem :D
Thank you, Deborah.
And, thankfully, we were spared the worst of what the weather prognosticators had indicated might be in store for the evening.
Never trust a weather man. If that's the only thing I've learned in all my existance, I've learned that well. They rarely know what's what. There's only one real weather man (to borrow an idea from Keith Green, among others)
It's funny how we only seem to talk about God's providence when the sun is shining and everything looks like it'll be marvelous. We sort of start to talk more about 'fate' as than providence when things are going "wrong." But being a Calvinist I don't worry about my God sounding "mean" or "unfair". He sees to it that "all things work together for our good."
By the way, I appreciate how the rhyme scheme doesn't have to much emphasis placed on it. It appears less forced that way. It's good not to sacrifice real art on the altar of getting-a-rhyme-in-at-all-costs. I wish I could manage that balance. I generally resort to the old Anglo-Saxon style of not rhyming, and using alliteration or other such device, (to entirely avoid the possible error).
I'm long-winded enough. I meant to say simply that I thought it was an good poem, and when I was reading it, it reminded me of something I needed to remember.
and when I was reading it, it reminded me of something I needed to remember.
Which is, indeed, the reason it was written.
(I had a long comment about rhyme schemes and Keith Green ... which blogger ate. Perhaps I'll re-comment later. In the meantime ...)
Thank you, Sarie, for your encouraging words. It is encouraging to know someone is reading what I write, and finding it useful, or helpful, or lovely.
One of my favorite Keith Green lines is "He is divine, and we are da branch." It's coincidentally from the same song the "Weather Man" is from ("He'll Take Care of the Rest").
It's been a long time since I've had my vinyl out, so I'm not as up on all the lyrics as I once was, but I do remember the line about "divine and da branches".
In my picky moments, I (legitimately) gripe about Keith's eschatology, and his phase where he was fond of Charles G. Finney (both things I strongly suspect he gave up 23.5 years ago), but his passion for a whole-hearted devotion to the Lord Jesus, and for taking the Word into all the world, still has impact on me today. (I bet he and John Piper would have become great buddies, had Keith lived.)
I guess my favorite Keith Green lines are among the less important ones: things about ba-manna bread and manna waffles and flaming manna souffle, and "we once complained for something new to munch; the ground opened up and had some of us for lunch."
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