Monday, February 28, 2011

Could It Be?

Could it be that my sins have been forgiven?
Could it be that now I’m Heaven bound?
Could it really happen that You love me
So much that You gave up the Holy ground?

You gave up all of Your glory
When You left Your Father’s Home above
You lived and died on earth to save us
You won Salvation by the shedding of Your blood.

You took our sin into Your own body
You served the punishment that we all deserved
Your Father turned away He could not look at You
Your Mother wept for Your death was not deserved.

And now it’s Easter we remember Calvary
We look again at the cross on which You died
We kneel at Your feet to give You glory
Our Lord and our God was crucified.

He is risen! He is risen! That’s the cry now
Our Lord reigns on His throne from above
He will return soon in His glory
To call the ones He bought with His blood.

Could it be that you are not ready?
Could it be that your sins aren’t washed away?
Could it be too late to come to Jesus?
Not if you were to make a move today.

Please make a move today.

©Wyn Barratt. March 2011.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Just Thinking.

Just sitting, and thinking, then thinking again
About something or nothing at all.
Watching the birds as they fly round about
Then I’m looking at plants tall and small.

Watching the clouds as they drift on by
Wonder if they’ll ever be still?
Or, if they stood still would they tumble as rain
Or vanish just over some hill?

When You created the earth did You sit
And ponder how good it all looked
Or were You in sorrow because You knew then
What a mess we would make of that look.

When You come back to earth to take us all home
Will the earth be restored once again?
Or will it just lay there a smouldering wreck
To remind us that we hurt You again?

I’d be proud if You would send me to earth
To help restore it one day;
To plant out the garden that once was Your joy
Where You walked in the cool of the day.

And if You should call me, if You walk there again
I never, no never, would hide
I’d come out so gladly to hear Your dear Voice
Running till I reached Your side.

Wyn Barratt.
Feb 2011

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Regret Is A Cancer.

Can You use me, precious Lord?
Can Your Spirit flow
Right through me as a vessel, Lord
To everyone I know?

Does my life reflect Your love?
In patient, gentle care?
Or do I cause someone to turn
Away, because I’m there?

It’s not enough to do no harm
I yearn to do some good
Do I grieve Your Holy Spirit when
I don’t do the good I should?

I want to be Your servant, Lord
Both a servant and a friend
A vessel clean and always pure
Until my life shall end.

Regret is such a cancer Lord
That eats away at me
I cannot change the wrongs I’ve done
Though You’ve forgiven me.

My past Your Grace has blotted out
My future held by You
I’ll step into Your sunlight
That’s all that I can do.

And in Your sweet enduring love
My heart will rest assured
That You will guide my every step
As long as life endures.

Wyn Barratt.
Feb 2011.

Sunday, February 13, 2011


I had a joy transfusion
Today, while I was out
I was sitting at the doctor’s
But I didn’t sing or shout.
I felt the warmth of love and joy
Trickle through my veins
It ran right round behind my eyes
I sat there in a haze.

I felt Your soft warm hug Lord
As I waited quietly
In awe of my precious Saviour
Who is so good to me.
It’s wonderful to know You’re near
Around and yet inside me
And know that I am not alone
Wherever I might be.

Sometimes You are very quiet
And so, then I should be
For I might miss Your whisper
When You bend down to me.
A transfusion at the doctors?
Well that’s not really strange
For Jesus meets us anywhere
We’re never out of range.

Wyn Barratt
Feb 2011.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

We Have Plundered Creation.

I stand here amazed at the beauty
Of all the things that I see
The mountains, the sea, and the valleys
All spread around before me.

The birds and all other creations
Were put here for us to enjoy
But we didn’t take care of these blessings
We plundered and began to destroy.

So what is the result of this plunder?
What punishment do we deserve?
We punish ourselves, for all nature
Can no longer our lives preserve.

What have we left for our children?
What will their future be?
Can we snatch any life from the jaws of death
To reverse the damage we see?

We are caretakers of God’s Creation
Our shame is obvious now
But it’s never too late to wipe clean the slate
Or at least show our children how.

What can one person do? I hear you ask
How about one plus one?
If we all do our bit it will make a lot
A big task, but let’s get it done.

Wyn Barratt.

Feb 2011.