Every Blade of Grass!

Michael E. Wood
November 1, 2010

In "Lecture to My Students", Charles Spurgeon addresses an issue entitled "To Workers with Slender Apparatus". In this chapter he speaks to those which have a relatively small library from which to draw the wisdom that comes from God. Having been blessed beyond measure with more books than I will possibly ever read in this life time, I find great delight in these words which come from that chapter, as well.

"In having time for meditation, you will be even better off than your brethren with many books and little space for quiet contemplation."

"Without books a man may learn much by keeping his eyes open."

"Every flower is waiting to teach you."

"Sermons glisten in the morning on every blade of grass, and homilies fly by you as the sere leaves fall from the trees."

"Go, thou who hast thine eyes opened, and find lessons of wisdom everywhere, in heaven above, in the earth beneath, and in the waters under the earth. Books are poor things compared with these."

While I am thankful for those who are far better than I in discipline and understanding to read, comprehend, and articulate the things which are given them from on high unto the praise and glory of our Most Awesome God , I continue to rejoice in the things He gives me in some of the simplicities of this life of which I trust He will use by the power of His Spirit to declare the truth of Who He Is to those He sends me.

How strange it seems that in October
Grass begins to grow,
Held back by the season of great drought
Californians have come to know,
To be the typical time of year
The rains begin to fall
And every tender blade comes forth
As from on high they're called

To show the temp'ral glory
Of all men born in their sin
And yet they bear the image of our God,
Creator of men.
And every blade cries forth the glory
Of our Almighty God
Who formed us for Himself like grass,
From dust, like earthen sod.

And many may produce in vain
Like splendid glorious flowers
While blessed by common grace from God
Sent down like wondrous showers.
But when the sun arises
With its scorching burning heat,
All grass will wither as before;
Flowers fall before the seat

Of Him Who Is The One True Judge
Of all the works of men,
And only those born from above
Through Christ, Who did condescend,
And took upon Himself our form
And bore the wrath due us.
Appointed by The Father,
A throng to join the chorus

Unto the glorious praise of Him
Who saves us by His grace,
As we through Sovereign mercy
See the light in Jesus' face.

And thus as all the seasons
Of this life are in God's hands
In faithfulness He sows His seed
Of Christ in all the lands,
Which will bring forth the fruit;
Eternal life, unto His praise,
Through Christ alone, Who by His Spirit
From the dead was raised.

Good news is shouted forth to all
He giveth ears to hear it
And eyes to see with hearts made new
By God , The Holy Spirit.
For as the grass springs forth
To show the promise of life anew.
The question is, "Do you know God?"
Far better, "Has He known you?"

(This was read aloud on November 12, 2010 at the "Open Mic" of the California Writer's Club held at Barnes and Nobles bookstore.)