Rainbow over Gibsons British Columbia

~ ~ JESUS ~ ~ THROUGH THE EYES OF JOHN By Maggie Greenfield Click here to read My Mandate  I stood in the quiet meadow and observed the hand of God, I saw His dsign in the petal of life He instilled in the son.                      Birdsong gave me pleasure   The sun was warm overhead      All His creatures were happy,                           Who seek His hand to be fed. In the restful quiet of the wild               As the seasons come and go;                                    He taught me there as a child,                                             Of His wisdom, manifold  Go out, He said to my spirit  Into the world of men;                                      With all you learned from the quiet land                                    And share My love with the pen. My glory is seen the world around                                                                                                                 In the beauty of the land; That men can know My love abounds,                                                                                                                   And turn to seek My hand.     ©  2006 Doug Greenfield What may be known about God is plain to you, because God has made it plain to you,  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 men are without excuse.   Romans 1:19

*** IN THE BEGINNING  ***

BEFORE there were fish in the sea

           BEFORE  there were tracks in the sand

       BEFORE the nations came to be

I AM !

BEFORE the creatures were all formed

BEFORE the dinosaur could stand

BEFORE Darwin was born

I AM !

IN THE BEGINNING WAS THE WORD, AND THE WORD WAS WITH GOD AND THE WORD WAS GOD. HE WAS WITH GOD IN THE BEGINNING -

AND  He still is - - - -John 1:1 

© 2004   Doug Greenfield
 

Pastel colours flood the sky,
Quietly filling the land
With swirls of paint from His palette,
A work of The Artist’s hand.

Colours change as the scene unfolds
With divine inspired dimension,
What a mighty brush He freely wields
To capture our attention.

Each day He paints, as the seasons turn
Through winter, spring and fall,
While man looks on and seeks to learn
The origin of it all!

Quietly Beautifully, nature
Undaunted in its sole task,
Turns your attention to its Creator
His gift of grace to ask.
  
When I consider the heavens far
The work of His mighty hand,
The wonder of the moon and stars,
How excellent is His name

     Based on Psalm Eight

O Lord, our Lord, how majestic is Your name in all the earth, Who have displayed Your splendour above the heavens! Psalm 8:1
 

~~ WHO LOOKS FOR WHOM? ~~

Oh Who Can know

The ways of man,

His search each day

To understand?

Why he is here

Or what should he do,

With this complex world

He is subject to?

He stands amid

Creation and sky,

Pondering all

And wondering why.

Should I fear

Is there a God,

What does matter

On this earth I trod?

If I study hard

And strive all day,

Will I find God

Along the way?

"Your duty, O man

Is increasingly plain,

Your days of search

Are but in vain.

For long ago

In another world,

Plans were made

Being now unfurled.

This search, O man

Is not for you,

It's the Lord your God

Who looks for you!

So rest from the search

Why look for more,

God knocks at your heart

Just open the door!"

© 2005  Doug Greenfield

Behold I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and dine with him and he with Me.  Revelation 3:20

                                                *** Gentle ***

                                            ***Whisper***                                             

                                             Picking me up when I stumble,
                                              And for finding me again when I lose my way.

                                                     And when my journey here is over

                                                                 ©  2003 Maggie Greenfield

Photo: Pelican in Lesser Slave Lake at dawn 

   WHEN YOU'RE IN CONTROL 

IT'S A GREAT FEELING

WHEN YOU'RE AT THE HELM,

WITH THE WIND IN YOUR FAVOUR

AND THE WATER SO CALM.

WHEN YOU'RE IN CONTROL

AND THE SAILING IS FINE,

REACH OUT TO HIM

WHILE THERE IS STILL TIME.

FOR BEYOND THE FOG

IN THE THICK MISTY CLOUD,

DISASTER AWAITS YOU

IF YOU STAND TOO PROUD.

SO CALL UPON HIM

WHILE HE IS NEAR,

PUT YOUR LIFE IN HIS HANDS

YOU'LL HAVE NOTHING TO FEAR
 

YOUR CREATOR - YOUR CAPTAIN

© 2004 Doug Greenfield

Photo: sailing in Howe Sound on the Sunshine Coast
 

\\\ Behold His Coming ///

Behold the day is coming

When the world shall be aflame;

The wicked fearful running,

The proud bow down in shame.

Arise the Son of righteousness

With healing in His wings;

And they that follow Him in grace,

Escape the wrath He brings.

Here lies the choice of everyone

With proud or righteous name;

To fly with Jesus when He comes,

or face the certain flame.

Malachi four

© 2005  Doug Greenfield

Photo: Forest fire Fraser Canyon British Columbia 

~~~The River of Time ~~~

Time, powerful, intangible and inescapable, that silent medium upon which the whole universe is directed, as it were on some great assignment. This irrepressible flow holds captive every living creature from inception to decay.

Each life flounders anxiously in the froth of this torrent, each spark of existence, desperately grasping for some hint of life's meaning. Like amoeba, microscopic in relation to the vastness of the universe, seemingly insignificant - - assigned to the flow. 

We say, "Oh that we could control our fate, transcend the flow and escape the looming cascades ahead." Tenuous and vulnerable are we, but precious creations of the Master of the water; our purpose is His, our meaning in Him.

Many struggle against this great flood and attempt to attract other insurgents to defy the Master; theirs is a futile effort to change the river's course for selfish purposes. The torrent sweeps on, unending, undaunted! Indeed, who is worthy of a different course and who can find the peaceful shore?

This secret is not found in the water, but in the purpose of the Master of the water. The rapids and the foam hold meaning unknown to us, created for our testing, charted for our destiny, a proving ground that will ultimately determine our end - - - or our beginning!

Those who desire to learn of the meaning of the River of Life must inquire of the Master of the water, what is their purpose in the flow. To these alone will be granted quiet water and the gift of a bridge.

"Seek Him while He may be found, call upon Him while He is near, let the wicked forsake his way and the unrighteous man his thoughts; and the Lord will have mercy upon him and the Master will abundantly pardon."

Read the full free verse composition of River of Time 

© 2006 Doug Greenfield

Photo: Chapman Creek in full flood 

Life Beyond the Mist

I strained to look but could not see

Beyond the mist ahead,

Help! was my solemn plea

My fear I'd end up dead !

Lift up the cloud, I called on high

And let me see the way,

Fear says I am too young to die

So help me now, I pray.

You don't inquire wisely,

Came the still small voice of God,

To clear the way for you to see

And travel your own road.

Put your hand in My hand

And let Me lead the way,

With all your soul on Me depend

And trust Me all the way.

So I put my hand in His hand

A happier man was I,

For now I travel this great land

His light to lead me by.

© 2005 Doug Greenfield

Photo: Highway 101 Sunshine Coast 

Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths.  Proverbs 3:5

Discovering

The Sunshine Coast

 
You arrive on the "Coast" by ferry

Your eyes open wide by the scene,

Grandeur is splashed on the setting

Like nowhere else you have been.

This is a land of great beauty

Where the forest meets the sea,

With sailboats plying the waters

And majestic mountains to see

We visited parks in the morning

                                       And viewed the seals at noon,

                                         We explored the greenest places

                                                And danced in the light of the moon.

Ran barefoot in foaming tide,

Enjoyed the songs of the shore birds

On sea breezes where they glide.

"This land" you say to your partner,

It must be the perfect place!

To flee from our life so stressful

And escape the fitful pace.

We planned a while over coffee

And pie that they served at the "Reach",

Looking out upon the marina

And the walkway by the beach.

 "Let's stay", I quietly pleaded

As I looked into her eyes,

 "Why should we live anywhere else

  When we've finally found paradise!"

 © 2006  Doug Greenfield   

Photos: Sailing in Howe Sound

Hopkins Landing dock