To
Know Is To Grow
God made me as a blade of grass
And set me among the rest
Some are tall and some are small
But not one of us is best
He raised me from within His soil
'Tween two strong blades to guide me
At times His mercies tumble down
As crystal flakes to hide me
And then the rain that presses me
And leaves me wet with dew
And I must face His warmth- the sun
To grow- spring up anew
The rain upon a blade of grass
Is, as life somehow
Tiny drops of glistening worry
'Neath their weight we bow
But within the dewy beads
There's goodness- clear and pure
Just to absorb the speck of good
Another day we shall endure
For God has sent these rains of worry
Cast them down from His heavenly perch
And we shall grow- strong blades of His meadow
If for the goodness we faithfully search
Ÿet there are those that lie bent with trouble
Struck down with grief and strife
And soon they turn to hues of brown
Lacking strength and life
Yes- as the green upon our land
We must root deep within the earth's sod
But to thrive, to live, to be here
We must drink in the gifts from God!
jls/69 (Joni)