Perspectives 2008
Wheatscape
by
Doug Foust
Never did it really show.
The way it’s form or presence grows.
Nor how it saw or how it knows.
The season when it turned to gold.
For so it is a windtone knows.
And flows to see the place it grows.
To share the life that lies within.
The true direction of the wind.
To make it clear and evershow.
A touch and texture no man knows.
For the hand that measured where it is.
Shall always keep the Glory His.
And there the tune that clearly plays.
Will comfort every stalk and blade.
And hear within the sun or shade.
The hand that measured what was made.
For there the windtone always brings.
And shows the place and life that sings.
With radiant Glory there to show.
The season when it turned to gold.
As wheat would turn to Gold, so the
"Work" of The Spirit of God in our lives
would purify us a pure gold.