Saturday, December 31, 2011

New Year’s Resolution For Every Day.

This is our day. It is new, clean and unsullied. We ask for the deep cleansing of the heart and soul that in walking through this day we will leave no soiling mark from sin unconfessed or unforgiven; then only God’s footprints will be seen as He walks a new path with us.

We need not be fearful of the future or constantly afraid lest we trip or fall.
We can walk under the cover of Jesus’ precious blood.
When we become aware of falling below the mark of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus, we plead the blood; tighten our grip on His nail-scarred hands; keeping our eyes on Him, our beloved Saviour, Whose mercy is ever ready to correct and lift us up again saving us from both our sin and our self.

Wyn. January 1st 2012

Friday, December 30, 2011

Tomorrow Is On The Horizon.

Tomorrow is on the horizon
I see the faint light of dawn
Yesterdays problems have not gone away
But in the sand a new line is drawn.

Yes Jesus drew a line in the sand
He showed me my old life must end
With a vision of God’s majesty
Where Eternity I will spend.

I’ve turned around the corner
A vision of Heaven I’ve seen
My Saviour has taken charge of my life
He’ll walk with me through every scene.

I always knew I should draw the line
On the way I was living my life
But until Jesus stepped in front of me
I didn’t have God in my sight.

It wasn’t the road to Damascus
And I didn’t lose my sight
But Jesus opened my eyes that day
Oh what a change in my life!

For now He is first and foremost
He is my beginning and end
My Saviour my Lord and I love Him
My loving, forever Friend.

Wyn Barratt
Dec 2011


Goodbye to sorrow and to grief
Goodbye to yesterdays
This brand new year is a fresh, clean start
A year of new today’s.

You offer us a refreshing start
We’ll learn from past mistakes
For You will still be with us
And Your Power is what it takes

To step into our future
And fulfil tomorrow’s plan
To walk with You our Saviour
Through a path we have not scanned

Your nail-scarred hands will hold us tight
And we want You to know
That every where You lead us
Is where we want to go.

Wyn Barratt
Dec 2011.

Wednesday, December 28, 2011


I love to hear the light planes buzzing round the sky
They remind me of my yesterdays when Heaven seemed close by
I would lie down in a paddock or underneath a tree
But soon the flies and insects would come to visit me.

I only had to stretch my arms straight upward to the sky
I felt that I could reach the clouds and Heaven was close by
It seems like only yesterday that I could cycle round
The miles and miles of country roads, my feet not touch the ground.

My head was high enough to see across the patchwork fields
Light planes would climb and dive around; they didn’t stop for meals
Sometime they’ll have to land again and I would have to go
The many miles back to my home; but I had loved it so.

It’s funny when you’re old and grey it seems like yesterday
You had such great adventures and old age was far away
But when you’re old and growing frail it was only yesterday
That you were young and full of life and thrills came every day.

Wyn Barratt.
Dec 2011.

Sunday, December 25, 2011

The Owl.

The darkened woodland beckons me
And the owl’s haunting cry
Has baby birds cowering
Against their Mom nearby.
There is friend and foe in every place
Each species knows too well
And even human beings
Can tell where dangers dwell.

But the woodlands hold no fear for me
My light drives away the dark
Night creatures scurry far away
I stay till I hear the lark
I love to quietly walk among
The creatures of that glade
And breathe in the silence of the night
Until the owl’s call is made.

That call comes soft like a warning
Yet he is the predator
Ready to pounce on his victim
Though the owl had warned him before
He swoops down fast with claws outstretched
To grip and tear his prey
No tears need be shed here
For this is Nature’s way.

And so I walk through dangers
Though the danger is not mine
For I’m a different species
My foes are another kind
They live around the houses
Where I work and eat and sleep
They envy all that’s not their own
And they steal to sell or keep.

Wyn Barratt
Dec 2011

Saturday, December 24, 2011

The Day May Come.

The day may come when I want to run
And hide somewhere from You
I may have sinned or done anything
That stopped me getting through
But dear Lord I want to tell You now
Before my trouble starts
That whatever sort of mess I’m in
You are always in my heart.

So be close to me dear Saviour
Wherever I may be
Closer than my breathing
I need you near to me
I may have thought I could stand up tall
And do things on my own
But experience has taught me
That I can’t stand up alone.

Lord I can’t stand without Your hand
Or walk without You lead
If I exercise some caution
It is always at great speed
So please give me Your wisdom
Your Patience and Your Love
For I want to keep on climbing
Till I reach Your Home above.

Wyn Barratt Dec 2011.

Friday, December 23, 2011

I See You Lord.

I see You Lord on that mountainside
A mere shadow in dim morning light
Your head is bowed, You seem unaware
That I have come and am standing there.

I watch some distance from Your side
Too soon You are to be crucified
Your Father’s strength and comfort sought
You will obey all You were taught.

“If it is possible?” Did I hear
That whisper in Your Father’s ear?
You knew the answer and would obey
What did Your Father, God, then say?

No one but You will ever know
The Words God used to say, “You must go”.
Ungrateful man, guilt still unknown
Has brought You from Your Heavenly Home.

Then even after, in the grave
They did not care that You came to save.
My Lord, my God, You were lifted up
On that awful Cross where You drank the cup.

Now as I stand in cloistered shade
I vow to obey what You have said
‘That all men will be drawn to You
If we lift You up’ as You told us to.

Wyn Barratt
Dec 2011.

Thursday, December 22, 2011


I’m looking through a box of memories
Photographs and knick-knacks and things
They take my mind right back to the old days
When everyday flew away on wings.

But now I’m slowing down and my memory
Needs a little nudge now and then
I see a brand new face in that old suitcase
And I wonder if it is me or them?

I recognize my children. They were tiny.
I wonder what they look like now?
Some people keep on calling to see me
They call me Mom; they seem to know me somehow.

I think I only saw them yesterday
I would know them if they really were my kids
But they are not my own just look how they’d have grown
The pictures in my case are my real kids.

So I’m looking through a box of my memories
My memory isn’t what it used to be
But I’m as sharp as a tack with these things that I packed
Only yesterday, or so it seems to me.

Wyn Barratt
Dec 2011.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

God Says You're Gonna Make It Mike Speck worship video.wmv

To Young Mothers Everywhere, My Commiserations!!

Yes I still remember!

The children are crying, the washing’s not done
I burned what I was cooking; my mascara has run
The baby threw up on my very best blouse
I’d only dressed up to impress my dear spouse.

The staff at his work are all dressed to impress
He is the only male at that address
Yes he is married but do you think that they care?
He’s a target for those women whose dress style is ‘bare’.

My eldest just trod in the dog’s excrement
He ran over the carpet and the cleaner just went
The baby is screaming, he feels sick you see
And my dear spouse strode in with a stern, “Where’s my tea?”

Wyn Barratt
Dec 2011.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Christmas Babe.

Christmas Babe; our Sovereign King
You came to save; Your life offering
Nothing we do can make us deserve
You Lord, are Truth and we Lord, should serve.

Easter Man, following God’s plan
Walked to the Cross a sacrificed Lamb
Died, and we watched Your life bleed away
Cast lots for Your garments to pass the day.

Buried Lord; a Son and a Friend
Loved ones were grieving to see Your life end
Close up that grave, we don’t want to see
What we have done by denying Thee.

The stone’s rolled away; it is a new day
Jesus is risen what a glorious way
To triumph over evil; to break Satan's will
Jesus is Sovereign and He did all God’s will.

Christmas Babe You came to save
Our Sovereign King You were faithful and brave
Suffering all because of our fall
Your arms outstretched, You redeemed us all.

Judgement will come, what have we done?
Guilty as charged, and with nowhere to run
While there is still time remember the Cross
Say yes to Salvation or you will be lost.

Wyn Barratt
Dec 2011

Sunday, December 18, 2011


There are roads both dry and dusty
There are roads bogged down in mud
There are roads laid down with tarmac
There are roads under a flood.
Some are narrow as well as winding
Some have holes as deep as me
But the road that is the best
Is the one that leads to me.

Please excuse me if I linger
For I hope that you will come
The night will fall; then morning comes
And I’ll be too tired to run
So I’ll wait under this sycamore
For a day or three
For the meeting that is best
Will be when you meet with me.

So now the sun is setting
And it will be one day more
Before you come and I will know
You don’t love me any more
So I’ll slowly walk back to my home
With just my memories
And I’ll remember that the best road
Was the one you walked with me.

Wyn Barratt
Dec 2011.

Saturday, December 17, 2011

What Is The Christmas Story?

What is the Christmas story? Why did a star shine bright?
Who saw the angel messengers that cold, bleak, winter night?
It is an old, old story. Tell it again anew
How God has sent His only Son to die for me and you.

Glory in the highest. Let us hear the trumpets sound
The Son of God was born a Babe; send the message all around
The earth was made by Jesus yet He was also born in it
Three wise men came to worship Him; have you done that yet?

What is the Christmas story? Why did God give you life?
When will you come to worship Him and gain Eternal life?
Let’s follow the humble shepherds; kneel at the manger bare
Walk to the Lord, then walk with Him. His love has led you there.

Wyn Barratt
Dec 2011.

Friday, December 16, 2011

God Gives Us Strength: Breath of Heaven (Mary's Song)

God Gives Us Strength: Breath of Heaven (Mary's Song): Wow, what an amazingly beautiful song, Breath of Beauty, Mary's Song , written and sung by Amy Grant . I Love this song. It touches me ev...

What Can I Do For You Today?

What can I do for You today, Lord, I ask?
If You were a baby I could do every task
I could wash You and change You and keep You from harm
Then hold You and nurse You, make sure that You’re warm
But You are in Glory, both Saviour and Friend
And mine’s the old story, frail human, poor friend.

So what can I do for You, Lord of my life?
If I lived for ever would that, then, suffice?
Would I somehow be purer though older and weak
Not acting too roughly; more kind when I speak?
Would time really change me and soften my heart?
Yes, if I surrender my all, not just part.

Then if I live for ever, or just for one day
Let me do something for You Lord, I pray
A smile, a kind word, a blessing or two
To give someone who is grieving or longing for You
Lord, shine through my eyes, my smile and my love
Doing something for others, and yet for You, Whom I love.

Wyn Barratt
Dec 2011.

Wash My Soul

Wash my soul with Holy rain
Set my spirit free
Let me feel the cleansing flow
That comes only from Thee
Clouds that come may still obscure
The golden light of Peace
But my faith will still endure
For You set my Spirit free.

Glistening stars will hide my tears
As You set my spirit free
Mourning winds that sob and moan
Draw sorrow out from me
A glimpse of dawn in rain- washed sky
Black clouds turning pink
A breath of hope born from on high
More time to dream and think.

Wyn Barratt
Dec 2011.

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.

I lay on my bed watching the stars
Each in position and each one so far
Twinkling lights like glistening tears
All glory to God. Lord please still my fears.

Not mine one position to hold through my life
My free will sees me fearful I’ll stray from Your sight
Decisions and ‘what ifs’ can ruin my day
Your will is my goal so please guide me today.

Close up the doors that I should not pass through
Open the ones that Your plans guide me to
My will a deterrent to pleasing You, Lord
Disobedience a failure that I can’t afford.

Would that I could fly upward to You
And be placed as a star and forever be true
No doubts and no fears to hinder my way
Pure, shining brightly from day unto day.

Wyn Barratt
Dec 2011.

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Is That You, Jesus?

Is that You, Jesus, walking in the shade
In the cool of evening, through a soft green glade?
Were You waiting for me to come so we could talk?
Were You pondering upon Your day as You walked?

Is that You, Jesus kneeling by a child
Wiping their tears away until You saw them smile?
Did they tell You their troubles? You already knew
Just because You held them they’d stop feeling blue.

Is that You, Jesus kneeling by the side
Of that old woman who knows it’s time she died?
Are You holding her hand through Jordan’s chill
As she crosses the river, her pilgrimage to fulfil?

Yes, I see You, Jesus, You are everywhere
Where someone is in trouble, or has cares they cannot bear
Before we call You will hear our plea
So thank You Lord Jesus; no better friend there’ll be.

Wyn Barratt
Dec 2011.

I Just Want To Say.

Dear precious Jesus I just want to say
Thank You for the blessings You have sent my way
Walking around the house knowing I’m not alone
Thinking longingly of my Heavenly home.

Knowing that tomorrow I have nothing to fear
You will still be near me, oh so near
You can hear my breathing and my every sigh
You never regretted that for me You came to die.

Even in the morning if I wake up down
And don’t care one little bit about a heavenly crown
You know that I still love You for ever and a day
Nothing that happens will turn my heart away

Lord You are so precious, You are my life
Even when I struggle to keep out of strife
Every day’s a new day, a clean, fresh start
You look right inside of me, You know my heart.

So dear, precious, Jesus I just want to say
Thank you for the trials You have sent my way
Keep on refining me in Your refining fire
To be a holy child of God is also my desire.

Wyn Barratt
Dec 2011.

Friday, December 9, 2011

When I Look Up.

Would someone write a melody?

When I look up
To see Your Face
Please hold me Lord
In Your embrace

I need not fear
A wayward foe
My way is clear
With You I’ll go

Tomorrow comes
With blessings more
Than I deserve
Or I hoped for

Your hand is warm
As it holds mine
My love is Yours
Your love is mine.

Wyn Barratt
Dec 2011.

Mary’s Boy.

Oh what joy dear Mary has, now she is with her Son
But He was also Saviour before her life begun
My human mind can’t grasp the thoughts that freely spring to mind
What joy, what love, what daily hugs with the One she reared through time.

When Mary walks the golden streets does her mind wander too?
Remembering falls and tumbles as her precious Baby grew
Then when His Ministry began was she then prepared
For the evil taunts of sinful men when her Son’s name was slurred?

She stood, a widow, at the cross and watched her Baby die
Yes, He was man and God, that too, but in every mother’s mind
The child she bore in joy and pain her Baby still would be
And as He died He saved her soul for all eternity.

Wyn Barratt
Dec 2011.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Smile Both Ways.

Some folk smile at you with their eyes
Some just smile with their teeth
If someone smiles at me when they say “Hi”
I look to see how high that smile reached.

For if you smile with both your mouth and eyes
I feel sure you are really pleased
That we have met or that I turned up
As an extra person to see.

If your eyes smile but your mouth misses out
Maybe you just talk a lot
Your mouth hasn’t had the time to crease
But you have inside joy that could pop.

Of course the person I like to meet the most
Is someone who smiles both ways
It gives me a lift to catch their joy
As it slips into my own day.

I know for myself when I see someone I love
And we share a really bright smile
I feel so blessed, and anything they asked
I would go the second mile.

So think about what a person might see
When they run into you
If God’s own Sonshine smiles from your face
It’s the best thing you could do.

Wyn Barratt Dec 2011.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

The Way You Took.

It was the way You took dear Lord, that saved my soul from Hell
You walked the road to Calvary, and that I know full well
No deeds of mine can ever make your sacrifice worth while
But oh I love You so, my Lord, I’ll walk the second mile.

You walked the road to Calvary, the stones stained with Your blood
So we can kneel down at Your feet our guilt cleansed by the flood
I want my heart to always pain each time that I deny
The ownership of Christ my King by pushing You aside.

For You are now within my heart and I belong to You
I’m proud to be Your loving child to do all that You would do
If I deny Your claim on me, then I deny the cross
Though You have walked to Calvary, it is I that suffer loss.

But now my love is true dear Lord, and I will not deny
The power of Your sacrifice; the Love that brought me nigh
The grace that bought my freedom and chose me to be Yours
I’m drowning in Your love Lord; take mine, as it’s outpoured.

Wyn Barratt
Dec 2011.

Monday, December 5, 2011

We Should Not Be Moved

To our Australian Politicians who are debating same sex marriage.

When God says something He means it
When we say something, do we?
Or can we be moved to change our mind
Wherever the pressure might be?

These days we can see our standards
Slip down before our very eyes
The noisy minority shout and scream
They don’t want our standards to rise.

They are trying to drag us right down to Hell
As they work for the enemy of man
From the beginning of time (and it’s not just a rhyme)
‘Hath God said?’ the serpent asked Adam.

God made man first and then woman
They were not called Adam and Steve
He made them for comfort and marriage
Only woman was meant to conceive.

A family united together
Under God makes our nation proud
Never surrender to the evil mind bender
Although he is wicked and loud.

Make this year the year that our standards
Reflect the commandments of God
No nation is great that is driven by hate
Or fear of the Antichrist’s god.

Wyn Barratt.
Dec 2011.