Saturday, February 21, 2009

Carer’s Comfort.

I won’t tell you tomorrow will be better
If it’s not you will feel let down
But I’ll tell you it will be different
God will move things around.

Things may be easier tomorrow
Or your faith may be stretched out
But it always will be different
Don’t whinge or cry or shout

He’s making a saint of you
And not a martyr here
He’ll give you strength for each new day
Just lean on Him, He’s near.

W.B. Feb 2009.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

The Wind.

Did you ask God to bless me today?
Do you know what He sent my way?
A big blustery wind with cooling air
That ruffled my clothes and my hair

Did you know that I just love the wind?
We don’t get them much up here
It’s exciting, it’s thrilling and everything good
I’m standing quite still so I’ll hear.

It’s fun to imagine what God
Could be doing to make the wind blow
I wonder if He’s standing in His living room
Having angels to fly to and fro’.

I hope the wind blows for hours
And I’m glad I don’t get in the way
It’s the very best blessing for such a long time
It really has made my day.

W.B. Feb 2009.

Friday, February 6, 2009

Can You hear if I whisper?

Can You hear if I whisper Jesus?
I don’t want my parents to know
What I tell you is just our secret
And nobody else must know.

You know that when I broke that window
And I said it wasn’t me?
I let my friend Josh take the blame.
And he didn’t tell on me.

Well, I still feel bad about it
And I know I must confess
I guess that You’re not happy and
My guilt is hard to suppress.

If I call Josh in the morning
Before we go to school
I can tell Mum and Dad at breakfast,
Then punishment. That’s cool!

So you only have to keep quiet
Till I’ve been to bed one time
Thank you for my best friend Josh
I hope the punishment fits the crime!

W.B. Feb 2009.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Mary, Mother of God.

May I write about Your Mother, Lord? The blessed woman You chose to use
To give birth to the Son of God from when the world was new
She must have been so pure and free from many mortal sins
Yet only You were spotless. I can’t grasp the outs and ins

What honour hers to nurture You, Her Holy Son sublime
To cradle You within her arms. I wished that honour mine
She cherished You throughout Your life. It’s every mother’s joy
Wept with Your sorrows, laughed with Your joy. You were her little boy

And even when You were grown up and left the family home
It seemed she followed even then wherever You had roamed
I understand that mother love, I tend to do that too
I hold on to my’ little boys’ I’m loathe to lose them too

She was the perfect Mother and knew when to let go
As You were on Your Father’s business, although she loved You so..
She saw her Child reproached and scorned Your beatings she observed
She had to watch it happen, knowing it was not deserved.

God had revealed Your destiny that anguish was her own
She knelt beside that cruel cross till her own dear Son went home
How quickly did she find You when You rose again?
Yet still she could not hold You till You came to earth again.

Her waiting time is over, Mother Mary is with You
Perhaps she’s in the Heavenly choir, and she would want that too
No lullaby is called for here, just worship for God’s Son.
She needed Your salvation just as other Mom’s have done.

W.B. Jan 2009.