Thursday, December 24, 2009

The Land Of No Tomorrows.

There’s a land of no tomorrows far beyond the sky
I’m going to go there someday though Dad says ‘Don’t you try’
I don’t know how I’ll get there I haven’t worked it out
But I’ve thought so much about it one day I’ll work it out.

‘The land of no tomorrows’ I like the way it sounds
I hate it when I want something and ‘Tomorrow’ is tossed around
My other friends agree with me their oldies say that too
When they want to do something interesting, ‘Tomorrow. That will do.’

In the land of no tomorrows the daylight never ends
The sun shines every single day and I’ll never leave my friends
I rather fancy going there on Santa’s reindeer sled
I can sometimes just imagine that when I lay upon my bed.

Well, now, it’s just occurred to me; do you think I might get bored?
The things I want to do I really can’t afford.
I may run out of ideas. I may run short of friends
I’d miss my mother calling me, and calling to my friends

She makes such super cookies and serves them with cold drinks
Then tea time’s not so far away when we’re filled up with cold milk
Maybe the land of no tomorrows should just stay as my dream
In dreams you know you can’t go wrong, that’s what I‘ve often seen.

So I’ll see you in the morning, for tomorrow’s another day
And we can make our plans then, of the games we are going to play.
Did you smell those cookies? I hope they’re chocolate chip
I’m going, Mum is calling me, and it’s one meal I won’t skip.

©2009 Wyn Barratt.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

It Is Christmas.

Yes, it is Christmas the special time of the year
Our Saviour was born in a world full of fear
What gifts should we give? A gift without price?
Just the gift of our heart is enough sacrifice.

Yes, it is Christmas, and we need not spend
A penny, a dollar, pile up debts without end
The birthday is Jesus’ and all that He seeks
Is a heart of submission and a soul that is meek.

So if we give gifts let them be for the poor,
The widows and orphans, the abused, there are more
For the rest of us let us just offer our love
In the name of our Saviour Who came down from above.

For it is Christmas and we behold Heaven’s joy!

©2009 Wyn Barratt

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Update Me.

Update me Lord. I often check my computer for such a thing.
Now I realise that my soul needs spiritual updating.
I plod along ‘same old, same old’ doing all I know I should
But I need a zap of Holy fire to do my soul some good.

Your power is there, always at hand, and I just need to ask.
I need Your Holy Fire Lord, for all my mundane tasks
I’d need it too, if there should be some great, exciting plan
That You will one day show to me. I’ll do anything I can.

And so, dear Lord, just look at me; You see I’m in such need
Of a flame of Holy Fire. Please send it now with speed.
A moment lost in indifference is a moment lost for good
And I am your dear servant, help me do all I should.

Update me Lord, not just today, but every day I live
I could set this world on fire; I have so much love to give.
My head is bowed, my hands are raised I’m ready to receive
Update me Lord, set me on fire; I believe Lord, yes, I believe.

©2009 Wyn Barratt.

Monday, December 14, 2009

I’m Done.

I’m done with self-pity and I’m going to sing
If You could hang upon the cross why am I complaining?
My road is no harder than the one You chose to take
I can wait till I reach heaven and then I’ll get a break.

So here’s to my servant hood and the trials that You send
You’ll ride the waves with me until my troubles end
There’s a light down the tunnel, I don’t care if it’s a train
For whatever You are sending I’ll have everything to gain.

So I’m singing of Your love for me and of my love for You
You only have been faithful. You’re the only One that’s true
You said You’ll never leave me and I believe that it is so
And You said You’ll be beside me wherever I may go.

So let’s go, Lord, I’m ready, and waiting Your next move
Together we will journey home, we’ve nothing left to prove
Heaven’s glory lies ahead, our Father’s waiting there
Be seated on Your Heavenly Throne and I will worship there.

©2009 Wyn Barratt.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

How Do You Feel?

How do You feel, Lord, when Your birthday comes round
And You look at the mess we are in?
It’s two thousand years since You died on the cross
When You came to save us from sin.

Do You weep, Lord, when You look at what man has done
Oh, yes, I know there are some
Who were martyred, and others who lived by Your Book
But what did most of us become?

Don’t despair, Lord, we are praying for Your kingdom to come
For love to fill everyone’s heart
For all folk to put You first in their lives
With the knowledge that we’ll never part.

So now on Your birthday, my present to You
Is my life, and my love, and my heart
Together with prayer that just one more soul
Will give You their lives at the start.

While they’re still young and sin has not spread
To ruin another young life
Before sin has eaten into their brain
And they cannot tell wrong from the right.

We all know of young ones we cherish for God
Whether family or friends, it’s the same
We’ll keep lifting their names that Your Spirit will work
Till they yield up their lives in Your name.

©2009 Wyn Barratt.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Have I Denied You? (Luke 22. v61-62)

Have I denied You, my Lord and Master?
Have I denied You, dearest Saviour, Friend?
Yes! Every time I put someone else before You
Was Your claim on me denied, or at an end?

You turn to look at me with each denial
Your love for me is forever and without end
Has my love for You grown cold or lost in fear
Though once I claimed You as my Saviour, Friend?

Don’t look at me, Lord, when I deny You
I want to run away and weep my bitter tears
Your love shines through eyes now dark with sorrow
That I, Your child, should turn from love so dear.

Oh Lord, forgive as You have done before this
My denials of You are forever at an end
You will be first ,and foremost of all my loyalties
I’ll worship You as Saviour, Lord, and Friend.

I’ll be there when people would deny You
I’ll be there, beside Your cross of pain
I’ll stand with You, when cruel ones deride You
I’ll be there when You come from Heaven again.

I am Your child, You are my loving Father
And now Your pain I want my pain to be
I’ll never deny the One Who died to save me
The Son of God Whom I nailed to a tree.

You are my heart, my life, my Lord and Master
I am now bound to You my Lord, in love too
When You are pained, that pain will strike at my heart
As I try to understand what You went through.

You walked to the cross even as I denied You
You walked to the cross while others wept in grief
You walked on and on, just because You loved us
And You knew Your life was not Yours to keep.

You sacrificed it to show how much You loved us
You surrendered it to pay for all our sin
You conquered death and sin with resurrection
Your Spirit now has filled my heart within.

I’ll walk with You; I’ll stand with You; You are my God.

©2009 Wyn Barratt