“Seasons change, trees grow
He knows where we need to go
God is our teacher, He shows us the way
If you are lost or confused,
Ask him for wisdom, he’s ready to give it away.
Have faith, don’t doubt
God will never let you out.
He is the farmer, we are his soil,
He plants, he waters our soul
And when the time is up
Our fruits will show.
Seasons change, time roars
God is faithful, what He planted
It will grow.
He knows everything about when
and where and how.
So , don’t give up now.”
“Listen to me now.
Give me your closest attention.
Do farmers plow and plow and do nothing but plow?
Or harrow and harrow and do nothing but harrow?
After they’ve prepared the ground, don’t they plant?
Don’t they scatter dill and spread cumin,
Plant wheat and barley in the fields
and raspberries along the borders?
They know exactly what to do and when to do it.
Their God is their teacher.
And at the harvest, the delicate herbs and spices,
the dill and cumin, are treated delicately.
On the other hand, wheat is threshed and milled, but still not endlessly.
The farmer knows how to treat each kind of grain.
He’s learned it all from God-of-the-Angel-Armies,
who knows everything about when and how and where.” Isaiah28: 23-29
I was lost. His love found me! 