Thursday, April 28, 2011

If I Could.

If I could, I’d paint the scenes folk could step into
I’d write words of beauty to show Your majesty
Tell stories of the Boy Who grew to manhood
Just to die for all of us at Calvary.

I want to show the world a God Who loves them
I need the words to tell how much You care
I want to see so many souls grow hungry
For a God Who always loves and cares.

I’d show a God Who holds the stars and planets
But Who will stoop to lift a helpless babe
A God Who puts His arms around the dying
And Who rolled away the stone from His Son’s grave.

My heart is full of wordless emotions
I cannot find the words to tell you how I feel
If I lived to be more than a hundred
I would still want to say ‘My God is Real’!

Wyn Barratt
April 2011.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

What Can I Do For You Lord?

What can I do for You Lord?
I’m asking for nothing today
I wake every day and I greet You
With all my requests for the day.

I pray please bless this one, and that one
Take care of my family and friends
Would You please stop the rain; or send it again
My list of requests never ends.

So from now I will change things around, Lord
First thing I will ask about You
Then give You a list of my Thank You’s
Instead of a list You could do.

First thing every morning You’re with me
And I know that You never left
You are loving me right into Glory
Am I there yet? It’s my last request.

Wyn Barratt.

April 2011.

Friday, April 22, 2011

End Of An Era.

It’s the end of an era and I’m tidying up my life
Closing down my websites and withdrawing from that life
I became too dependant and attached to certain things
Hanging out for messages at dawn (that sort of thing).

Yes, I had special times with God at the start of every day
Then I would go to look for mail to help me to pray
Hearing of the needs of those who took the time to write
Yearning to be with them and make everything alright.

I live like a hermit and don’t like to leave my home
Yet wish I could go miles away and ceaselessly roam
I have no commitments except to take my pills
I don’t know if they do me good; they’re no cure for my life’s ills.

I don’t feel needed or wanted yet I know that is not true
Just wait until you are old; it will happen to you
My body’s giving up on me, my brain will follow suit
If only God would take me Home you’d not hear me dispute.

So I’m sorting and packing the things that matter most
Moving to God’s waiting room, yet watching for the post
Maybe there will be some mail that changes my day
There’s nothing in my emails to cheer me anyway.

Wyn Barratt.
April 2011.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Lord Help Me Stand Alone.

Lord help me stand alone
I need no-one but You
I look round on an empty plain
And don’t know what to do.

Lord help me stand alone
Awaiting still Your will
Not sure what path will take me Home
Which would be good or ill?

Lord help me stand alone
Not need another’s hand
But just with You and just us two
We’ll walk on hand in hand.

Lord I don’t stand alone
That never has been so
For You are with me all the time
And know just where to go.

Now I can look around
At this once empty plain
And see Your blessings so abound
In sunshine or in rain.

Wyn Barratt

April 2011.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

In The Name Of The Father.

In the name of the Father I come to You, Lord
You opened the way up for me
On the cross at Calvary that black Easter day
You died there to set me free.

Now Heaven’s doors opened and I can come in
To be with You for ever and a day
What joy just to worship my Lord and my God
Jesus is the Truth and the Way.

And not just this only, my heart fills with joy
That I’ll meet all my loved ones again
With folk that I’ve heard of but have never seen
Yet I will know them and praise You with them.

In the name of the Father; in the name of the Son
And the Holy Ghost three in one
Almighty, victorious, yet gracious and kind
I await Your call now to come.

Wyn Barratt
April 2011.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

I Long To See You

Oh, how I long to see You,
Every single day
To know that somewhere, somehow,
You will pass along my way.

To know that I will never see
The look of grief and pain
That now I feel aware of
When I have slipped again.

It doesn’t seem important
If I’ve a mansion or a shack
As long as I am near You and
Can touch you and be touched back.

For all my life You’ve loved me
And cared and grieved for me
When I’ve been cold or selfish
Your tears I’d never see.

For when I’m up in Heaven,
Immortal, fully pure
I’ll never grieve You, Jesus,
Just worship and adore.

Wyn Barratt
April 2011