Saturday, December 29, 2012


I’m hanging on to You, Lord, hanging on to You
Clinging for my very life, that’s what I seem to do
Knowing I’ve no virtues, but knowing that I’m Yours
Grasping Your encouragement; fed by every clause.
You tell me, “I am with you.” You whisper, “You are mine”.
You say,” I’ll never leave you.” You are with me all the time
Nothing less I claim, Lord, I need all of You
Cast your shadow over me; all Your power endue.

Absolute obedience, surrender day by day
No other way will show my love, You’ll lead me all the way
Anxiety is such a sin, when You, my precious Lord
Are holding me, without, within, and You will close the doors
If step out on another path than You have planned for me
Then, gently You will guide me back to where You’d have me be
And so it is my need and joy to rest within Your heart
For I’m clinging for my very life, my trust a growing art.

Wyn Barratt Dec 2012.

Thursday, December 27, 2012

New Year’s Resolution?

If the day ever comes when you don’t want to change
And you can’t see the point of your life
It means you have walked far too long down the road
To the city of sorrow and strife.

You cannot remember where you took a wrong turn
You thought you were doing just fine
But one day you looked up and could not see the sky
And you found yourself down in a mine.

Any miner will tell you there are only two things
You can do if you find yourself there
One is keep digging and go down and down
And the other is to get out of there!     

Take a change of direction and reach for the sky
That pit is the entrance to hell
Keep your eyes on the Master, His cross is the sign
That He loves you and wishes you well.
Now the New Year is coming and you can decide
That this resolution is yours
You will walk with the Master and keep in His light
Then a hope and a future are yours.

Wyn Barratt Dec 2012

Saturday, December 22, 2012

Meet Me

Will You meet me on the mountain my dear Saviour and my God?
I need to be alone again with You
For the hustle and the bustle of my life is out of hand
In the silence and the mist I will see You.

The world is loud and noisy, so many voices to be heard
Each one believing that their way is right
It seems they have Your ear so how do I discern Your will?
And now my once bright day has turned into night.

So Lord meet me on the mountain; let me hide inside the mist
Let Your Peace then silence every single sound
Touch my heart until it opens and then lets inside Your own
Till we are one in thought and purpose, I am Your own.

Wyn Barratt  Dec 2012.

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

This Is Your Birthday

O Lord of breathless beauty
O Lord of joy divine
Combining love and duty
I yield this soul of mine.
I deserve all Your judgement
You deserve all my love
Yet withholding then my punishment
You came from Heaven above.

We don’t deserve remembrance
Forgiveness we’ve not earned
Yet You, our loving Saviour
Were beaten, tortured, spurned.
You died for the unforgiving
You died for the unaware
And yet with all Your giving
Heaven’s opened, we are welcomed there.

So Lord on this Your birthday
We remember too Your death
And how You offered mercy
On Your last, such laboured breath.
We raise our arms to worship
We lift our hearts in love
We’ll walk the way of Calvary
Till we reach our home above.

Wyn Barratt Dec 2012.

Monday, December 10, 2012

I Think That I Grew Up Today.


I think that I grew up today (it wasn’t before time!)
I look into a mirror, surprised at what I find
A pale old lady looked at me her wrinkles on the rise
But her bright blue eyes were sparkling and that was my surprise.

You see that when I looked out from those eyes I knew were mine
 I saw every person looking and yet I felt that I was blind
Like when you’re at the movies and the story is not yours
You cannot touch, just listen, to others lives, not yours.

For years I had been grieving and hiding in the house
My life was over, even. I was quiet as a mouse
But when today I saw ME and I looked quite alive
I knew that I was ready and I could step outside.

So now I know I’m ready, if the world is ready or not
Every day is an adventure, just a little or a lot
I have a Great Companion Who is with me all the way
And every day He will be near for He promised He will stay.

So here’s to new adventures in a bright and hopeful world
Though my days are few or many, my flag will be unfurled
For Jesus Christ has promised that He will give me hope
And with that hope a future so the two of us can cope.

Wyn Barratt Dec 2012.

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Out Of The Frying Pan.

Out of the frying pan into the fire
That seems to be in my attempts to climb higher
I ask You to lead me then I open a door
With a bright shiny handle as I’m looking for more.

I don’t want to sit outside a door that is closed
See others living life in the way they’re disposed
Can I ask You to lead me and wait outside that door
Tomorrow may show that the door is no more.

Lord I’m grateful to know that You’ve brought me this far
I’ve followed Your leading then I’ve jumped the bar
This leapfrogging life does not glorify You
So I’m here to ask what You’d have me to do?

I know I need patience when things take too long
If I don’t see progress I assume I’ve done wrong
And then spin around to retrace all my steps
I wish that my life was one of sweet rest.

You don’t need to tell me I see clearly now
I am not in charge but my hands on the plough
I come running to You when I get in a mess
I’ll let You have Your way now I know that is best.

Wyn Barratt  Dec 2012.

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

If You Had Never Come.

If You had never come, although You made the world, my Lord
What would this world now be without the Babe
Who lived and died and rose again in triumph
So fallen man could lift his head; be saved?

Even as You look upon us with love and mercy
The world is torn apart with fear and hate
We cannot raise the world from satan’s dominance
Unless the Cross of Christ be held and raised.

So are we different from those that don’t acknowledge You?
Do we show love, the love of God for man?
Or do we in fear and judgment walk across the road
And leave a few to be good Samaritans?

Lord, lift up to us the glass that shows us what we are
May we see You in every hurting soul
Then shine Your light of truth, Great Holy Spirit
Till our obedience may make others whole.

Wyn Barratt Dec 2012.

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Do Things Change?

There are only seven days in a week but sometimes each day is as long as a lifetime
I keep looking out of my window to see if anything has changed.
It all looks exactly the same except a small piece of rubbish has moved onto my garden and is transfixed, as am I, waiting for something to change it. Wanting it to blow away so my lawn is neat and tidy once more.
Would you believe that piece of cigarette paper took a week to move a few yards?

              A week ago it was the day for garbage collection and that paper fell to the ground instead of into the garbage truck. It was large and silver…tinfoil. Yes, it took a week to move a few yards and I have watched its progress! Will somebody tell me to get a life?
              I would like to, but I need more strength and energy and a modicum of will power. If I had some will power then maybe I could rustle up a little energy and strength to go with it. 

              I ponder what I would do if a snake slithered towards me, or a lion, or a leopard; something fast moving.  Could I run? Could I run fast enough to get out of harm’s way?
             I might do something stupid in the case of a leopard or a lion. I would probably stroke them and try to cuddle them. The snake, well, I would be hanging from the ceiling in two seconds flat, and thinking about Poppa’s blog called ‘The Snake Line’ and wishing I lived above it!

              I glance up to the sky; maybe there is some change there? It has been grey for hours, thankfully, giving some relief from the heat and sun.
Distant thunder keeps up my hope for a refreshing downpour. I can almost believe my plants are listening and hoping for the same result.

Does anything change?  Not while I am watching.
Not a living soul is walking down the street, not a car or a truck. It must be lunchtime  

The tired young mother after another sleepless night, watching for her baby’s eyes to close in sleep so she too can doze a little. Nothing changing there either.

The old wife cradling her dying husband’s head in her arms, both aware of mixed longings; for sleep and rest for the wife, for Eternal sleep and Eternal rest for the husband.
The former to face unchanging days of loneliness and the latter unchanging days of joy.

Yes, things can change in a flash; in the bat of an eye. A loved one can fall and be injured, stepping into the last Waltz, before hearts can be prepared to handle the new situation. Then, suddenly as it happened, healing commences and change is imperceptible and with relief and gratitude nothing else happens; nothing changes for a while, at least.   Then we feel blessed.

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Whisper To Me.

I am kneeling in the shadows near the garden of Your heart
I am longing for the warmth I feel when You show me where You are
My heart’s fluttering like a startled dove at the very thought of You
And dear precious Lord, my Saviour, please show me what to do.

You see I have a feeling that all is not what it should be
I don’t know if I’ve hurt You or there’s a sin I cannot see
But something now is missing, not just my heart that’s missed a beat
So I’m here Lord and I’m waiting and I’m kneeling at Your feet.

I know I have a habit of not telling all to You
I know You know that I know every little thing I do
But if I’ve missed Your still small voice or kept You out of things
Then I’m sorry, really sorry, Lord, may I know You’re listening?

I’ve asked a precious friend sometimes if ‘we’ are both O.K?
And I’d like to ask the same of You though it’s a weird thing to say
I know You hear and love me and You’ve forgiven me before
But I need Your reassurance while I kneel to pray some more.

So I’m kneeling in the shadows near the garden of Your heart
I am longing for the warmth I feel when You show me where You are
Would You please sit beside me; hold my hand as You used to do
While You whisper to my trembling heart, “Child, I’ve forgiven you”.

Wyn Barratt Dec 2012.

Is Hope Everywhere?

Hope is everywhere. We see it. Hope is everywhere
From a Babe in a manger rough and small
To a Christmas tree standing proud and tall
Hope is everywhere.

Dark clouds may come and storms roll up, yet hope is still somewhere
We watch for sun to break on through
A friendly hand stretched out by you
Then hope is everywhere.

On Christmas morn a gentle cry is heard from the stable nearby
It is the Babe in a manger rough and small
The hope of the world lies in a stall
Now hope will spread everywhere.

But where is the hope of the homeless one; the one in a doorway all alone
The child who was sold for a meal or two
Children now abused, that we gave birth to
Spreading the hope is a job for us all.

Wyn Barratt Dec 2012.

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Who Will Wipe Our Tears?


Who is it Who will wipe our tears when we are torn with grief?
Who will bend to lift us when we fall?
Who will soften hearts in families and make them one again?
Who else but our dear Saviour and our Lord.

Who should we turn to first of all when troubles reach our door?
Whose mercy do we need when sin persists?
Whose strength will fight our strongest foe and give us victory?
Who else but Jesus Christ; none can resist.

Who is it that forgets our sins when He’s washed us in His Blood?
Who bottles all our tears and blanks out guilt?
Who takes us gently by the hand when we have slipped again?
Who never did regret the blood He spilt?

Jesus Christ our Lord and Saviour built a bridge that He might save us
His Cross the bridge that spanned the gap from God
He died upon that cruel cross to pay the price that our sin cost
Surrender now to Him on the road He trod.

Wyn Barratt Nov 2012.

The Saints.

As I travel the road to Heaven there are many lessons learned
But the ones that touch my heart by far the most
Are the lessons that the saints of God have learned in pain and grief
And ones they’ve shared though they never tried to boast.

I have noticed that those suffering ones are the first to stretch their hand
To the struggling novice on their early walk
They don’t glower in a corner and bewail their suffering
But instead they praise their Lord while others talk.

These saints may be friends or mentors or found inside a book 
But with every trial they point us up to God
Just like Paul and Silas singing praise stretched out on prison’s filth
And so the jailer and his family turned to God.

I pray that I will emulate these precious saints of God
We will come across these folk most every day
Our candle may not yet be bright but the light of God is strong
And just one candle can always drive the dark away.

Wyn Barratt Nov 2012.

Friday, November 23, 2012

I'd Like To See A New Place


I’d like to see a new place, a place I’ve never been
Like a massive snowy mountain range, or a wild and glorious scene
I’d love to see the ocean and watch the roaring waves
Or sit beside a river flowing to somewhere that it craves.

I’d like to watch a baby smile behind still flowing tears
When their Mother gets the message or recognized their fears
Or see a flushed faced schoolboy, climb safely, his first tree
Then turning to his father to ask, “Did you see me?”

Maybe these are small things and not noticed by some
But when your days are ending you’ll see them, every one
Like little gems, once hidden, now sparkle to your eye
And they’ll remain within your heart until you say goodbye.

Wyn Barratt  Nov 2012.

Thursday, November 22, 2012

This Is When I Panic.

This is when I panic. My mind is just a blank
My pen is frozen out of time; my thoughts won’t fall in rank
I write a few words nervously; will the Spirit really come?
Without Him I am nothing and nothing I have done.

The Spirit brings no message. Have I discouraged Him?
Did I lose the lines or step out of line? Could it be hidden sin?
I’ll write no words without You for You control my pen
I’ll search Your Word for wisdom; dear Spirit, will I find You then?

Wyn Barratt  Nov 2012.

Is There Anything You Want To Say?

Is there anything You want to say, my pen is ready, Lord?
My heart is loaded up with thoughts of You
I would say the same thing over, and over yet again
I can’t repeat too often the gracious things You do.

You are merciful and kind ,You give sight to the blind
You forgive seventy times seven and then some more
You give us Peace in our hearts and Your love for a fresh start
You take our hands and lift our heads and so much more.

The atonement is the key that You used to set us free
Your blood was shed to wash our sins away
We could not be forgiven until Your life was given
The cross, the bridge that opened up the way.

Wyn Barratt Nov 2012

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

I’m Not Perfect Yet.

I can see the lights of Heaven twinkling on a distant shore
As I notice all the things that I can’t do any more
I am less use here on earth so I’m looking towards heaven
But my heart is telling me that I still need some more leaven.

I’m not perfect yet, I’ve got a long way to go
I know I am forgiven but my learning is so slow
I’m so grateful ,Lord, that You’ve had mercy on me
And sometimes I failed You, yet You still loved me.

I can see the folk that need You and I’ll always pray for them
But will they see You in me if they look round now and then?
I’d rather be in Heaven if don’t live like You
For to turn folk away from You is the worst thing I could do.

I’m not perfect yet…………………..

Wyn Barratt Nov 2012.

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Lift Me Lord.

Lord, I am down, I can’t get any lower  
Look at me here at Your feet
I’m not worthy to stand up to see Your expression
I’m ready to admit my defeat.

Day after day as I tried to reason
The cause of my failures and sin
You opened my eyes and to my great surprise
I realised I had not let You in.

I was trying to be holy in my own strength only
And failing at fighting with me
So I’m down at Your feet as I admit my defeat
You alone can do something with me.

Take charge of me for I don’t like what I see
When I look in my mirror at night
Take my will, make it Yours; tell me I’m not a lost cause
My dear Lord, please lift me to Your light.

Wyn Barratt  Nov 2012.

Friday, November 16, 2012

Wrap Your Peace Around Me.


When You wrap Your Peace around me in the velvet dark of night
There’s no sound except my breathing till the dawn unfolds the light
In my quiet hours of worship I ponder all that You have done
To save my soul and keep me strong till this war on sin is won.

I turn to every promise and the breath of Life is there
For as sure as I am breathing You will listen to my prayer
Your promises are not broken; Your love will never end
When God’s last word is spoken Love has won, and life won’t end.

Lord, please wrap Your Peace around me in the warm, bright glow of day
As You let Your love astound me when I go along my way
The quiet streams I walk beside are chosen Lord, by You
And only when I’m in Your light am I close enough to You.

Wyn Barratt  Nov 2012.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

When The World Rolls Around For The Last Time.


When the world rolls around for the last time I’ll be bound
We’ll be standing at the door watching the skies
For we will sense in our souls that our Lord can’t withhold
His wondrous presence any longer from our eyes.

We’ll hold our babes in our arms; we’ve always sheltered them from harm
Just as God sheltered us in our young days
I know the crowds will gather and our hearts will swell with joy
To realize Christ has returned in our own days.

I think the birds will fall silent and the cattle cease their lowing
The wind will cease to blow out of respect
The ocean waves will lower as God whispers, “Time is over”
And the Spirit responds, “We are at rest”.

Wyn Barratt  Nov 2012.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Our Ordinary Days.

Lord, You are with us in our ordinary days
You stand beside us even when we fail to praise
I believe that You shed tears when You see us crying too
We forget our hopelessness before we knew You.

When the baby won’t stop crying, when the bills come in the mail
When we want to give up trying for we seem to always fail
When the evil folk are winners and the good are stricken down
It is then You are the closest as You wrap Your arms around.

Lord, You are with us in our ordinary days
Help us to cling to You, encourage us to praise
You may not change our circumstance but You can change us
Each day will be extraordinary because You love us.

Wyn Barratt Nov 2012.

Ruling Our Land.

Lord, I wish we had a child of God to rule our precious land
Yet You can use an atheist to do all You have planned
Your people need to bow in prayer on each and every day
 Upholding every child of Yours and strengthening their way.

The power of God is in us too; our hands are Yours to use
To help and guide as you would do; crush evil and abuse
Your judgement not withheld from us because You do not care
But because You give a second chance for our Salvation here.

So Lord, please strengthen us we pray to fight a world of sin
Till love has won the final day and heaven will take us in
Lord we would be holy, strong and pure and take the higher road
Your sacrifice the only way to lead us home to God.

Wyn Barratt Nov 2012.

Sunday, November 4, 2012

On Quiet Days

It’s on the quiet days that I look around my room
To see if there’s a glimpse of You to make my spirits zoom 
I’d fly aloft with You and journey through the skies
I’ll try to see what You will see by looking through Your eyes.

Your eyes so tender now as we pass above a school
While little ones run out to play; one day they’ll make the rules
A baby in a pram wheeled by a doting Mom
A father somewhere working hard to bring a pay check home.

Where will this journey end? In adventures in the sky?
We are flying now through lonely hills where sheep, attended, lie
Shepherds are near Your heart; for this You are, to us
As with their attentive, wakeful lives they scatter fear with trust.

Are we now homeward bound? I’ve seen such different scenes
With families, schools and Shepherds, yet all appeared serene
We are all held in Your love, as You work such differing plans
With just one aim to go Home again, all safely in Your hands.

Wyn Barratt Nov 2012.

Far From The Garden


Far from the garden I wandered away
It was there that You met me on many a day
Each time that I entered I knew You’d be there
Waiting to see me and listen to my care.

How did it happen that we have lost touch?
When Lord, I knew that You loved me so much
Was it because You had banished my cares
And I no longer needed to meet with You there?

Walking alone, were You walking alone
While I, independent, tried to manage alone?
Even without any cares in the world
I still needed You and Lord,You still cared.

Father I want now to confess all my sin
I’ve come to Your garden Lord, please let me in
I long to hear You calling my name
Since I left Your garden life’s not been the same.

Wyn Barratt  Nov 2012.

Thursday, November 1, 2012

A Soft Warm Hug.

Do you ever feel a soft warm hug when your Father comes to mind ?
Do you ever sigh and regret the days when your eyes to Him were blind?
Do you ponder on His love for you; Christ’s long walk to the cross?
Do you thank Him for all His grace, Christ’s sacrifice, His loss?

Are you filled with joy and gratitude to know He rose again?
Remembering when He called your name and things never were the same?
Are you now closer to your Lord ? Is He your life, your hope?
Friend that is all He asks of us. Without Him could we cope?

Wyn Barratt Nov 2012.

Friday, October 26, 2012

Our Children.

My page may stand  empty, but Lord, my heart is full
I’ve pondered on Your kindness; I’ve wept about Your love
Wherever my gaze moves I see Your handiwork
Intricate creations surround me on this earth.

It was all for us, Your children, You saved Your best design
The beauty of our babies born to carry on the line
Their eyes like those of Angels with pure and steady gaze
Their hearts awake to knowledge that will influence their days.

But Lord, we should not hurt them; they should be raised in love
With lessons from the Word of God Who watches from above.   
Their purity and honour protected by us all
With extended family round them to help them if they fall.

Wyn Barratt. Oct 2012.

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Oh Love That Will Not let Me Go.

“Oh love that will not let me go”
Those words are in a hymn that I love so.
And so I will cling to You dear Lord
Without Your love my life was lost, ignored.

I had no hope; whence would my hope then come
But from the death of God’s most precious Son?
His life surrendered just to pay the price
Of all my wilful sin and hidden vice.

And I have nought to give save just one thought
That I am Yours, and Your Salvation sought
With my remorse. Where is my guilt now held?
The precious blood of Jesus, its death knell.

Wyn Barratt Oct 2012.

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Are You Waiting?


Are You waiting in the garden Lord? I thought I heard You call?
Is it as beautiful as once it was before we had the fall?
I wondered if the weeds had died the day You rose again
For You made the world so beautiful I would love to come again.

If I come into Your garden will the flowers be in bloom?
Will the birds be singing joyfully? Might I hear them from my room?
I can see a little piece of sky with the tree tops standing tall
As they rustle do they whisper that our God is over all?

I will come into Your garden if You would call again
No matter if the sun shines or it is pouring down with rain
For I know that You will be there and that You will wait for me
Although I cannot be as quick as once I used to be.

I hope the time goes slowly and the sun will never set
For when we are together I forget all my regrets
The sun will shine forever and the sky is always blue
When we are both together, though all I see is You.

Wyn Barratt Oct 2012

Thursday, October 18, 2012

My Gift.

If I could bring a gift to you
I’d bring you bubbling joy
A fountain of perpetual love
That God’s own Grace employs.

I’d bring a twinkle for your eyes
A gentle, ready smile
A happy optimistic thought
As you walk that second mile.

For all you are and mean to me
I’m grateful for God’s gift
And all these things I covet too
For they make my spirits lift.

Wyn Barratt  Oct 2012.

This Is A Nothing Day.

This is a nothing day. Is God in waiting mode?
I roam around this empty house and there’s no-one in the road.
Sometime’s I stand and stare at neighbours moving round
And when they hurry here and there I wonder where they’re bound.

And do they notice me, a face behind the lace?
My curtains old and faded too, like me tired of life’s race.
The sun is gentler now as evening draws its blind
The shadows stretch to reach the light, though darkness will be kind.

The moon draws softer lines, while stars are twinkling eyes
Of angels dressed in party clothes now dancing through the skies.
I’ll watch the clouds float by then dream of youth’s own joys
When I could leap from tree to tree as nimbly as the boys.

Wyn Barratt.  Oct 2012

Monday, October 15, 2012

Sigh With The Sunset

My heart sighs with the sunset and trembles with the dawn
Too beautiful to fidget; too sad, when I’m forlorn
But I know when day is dawning You’ll have blessings there for me
Each one is unexpected as You show Your love for me.

Then as the day progresses I will whisper in Your ear
Lord, please may I bless someone to show them You are near ?
Today may be their last day and they need to hear Your voice
Someone whose heart is ready, then our hearts will rejoice.

Then as I sit and ponder the beauty of the day
The sun puts out the fire and slowly glides away
The world is turning as it does to find another dawn
Where joyful souls across the globe awake to greet their morn.

Wyn Barratt  Oct 2012

Thursday, October 11, 2012


Slipping and sliding, running and hiding
Ground moving under my feet
Twisting and writhing my body is striving
To stay upright over my feet.

Buildings are crashing, boulders are smashing
Walls groan as they fall in defeat
Hands that are clasping, reaching and grasping
Vanish in pockets of heat.

A car engine’s roaring, the driver ignoring
The ‘g’s that now drag them downhill
Not seeing the appalling, the dust, or folk falling
Or the sights ahead of them still.

Then there is silence no shouting or wailing
As all wait for movements to cease
Holding their breath at the sick smell of death
Such a ghastly example of peace.

Then out of the rubble; the terror; the silence
A movement that beggars belief
The hand of a small child sliding upward to daylight
Starts the cries of joy and relief.

People appearing to a scene all are fearing
Dust washed by the tears on their face
Drag at the boulders or anything over
The injured where they can find trace.

Where strangers now gather a family is born
As all work with one aim alone
To rescue the perishing and care for the dying
And help any others get home.

Wyn Barratt Oct 2012.

* This was the Newcastle earthquake. I was the car driver on the way to the Hospital.

Does The World Ever Stop Turning?

Does the world ever stop turning?
Does the sun ever fail to rise?
Do the plants and flowers cease to grow
When springtime gives them life?

And so it is with our Dear Lord
How faithful are His ways
He is always right beside us
Until we end our days.

His Word is never broken
His life was given for all
His love for us was spoken
When the temple veil was torn.

He walks inside the hospitals
To the homeless ones He calls
‘Come unto Me you weary souls’
You are not a sad, lost cause.’

‘Your sins can be forgiven
When you give your life to Me
Your story will be written
For all eternity.’

Wyn Barratt  Oct 2012.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Has Your Daddy Gone Away?

Little girl why are you crying? 
Has your Daddy gone away?
I know he is a soldier,
Was he sent to fight that day?

Don’t think he doesn’t love you
For he didn’t want to go
But his country really needed him
He is brave and strong you know.

When you grow up you’ll understand
Bad things happen round the world
Then the brave and strong are called upon
To free people who are hurt.

Your Mummy wants to hold you
And together you’ll be strong
For your Daddy, since he loves you
And to each other you belong.

Wyn Barratt Sept 11th 2012

Sunday, September 9, 2012


Is there darkness all around you
Silence that is hard to bear?
Then reach out your hand in faith, child
I am there, yes, I am there.

Testings come all shapes and sizes
Faith is one size that fits all
Only faith will be the key now
That opens up the darkened hall.

Don’t imagine you’re a failure
Just because you cannot see
I have treasures hid in darkness
And I want you close to me.

I am the Way, I know you read it
I am the Truth; I’ll lead you through
It’s not your way, so give Me credit
I have the greatest plans for you.

Look up, I’m watching, waiting, loving
Look down, your feet are on the Rock
Look round, tell others I am coming
Don’t listen to the ones that mock.

Wyn Barratt  Sept 2012.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Empty Pews


Well, here is Sunday morning and the trillions in the world
Are in deep consideration; is it God’s turn to be heard?
From day to day and week to week He’s never in their thoughts
Unless they see some lightning and thunder runs its course
The thought will cross their mind at once to cry ‘Oh God help me’
Don’t let the lightning strike me, remember I’m Your child you see’.
It is the same should terror strike and fear wraps round their heart
That they are not immortal and I’m not in their heart.

Will anybody come to church to hear a word from Me?
Leave out the Ten Commandments we are modern here you see.
It’s now the ten suggestions; we have a free will choice
It’s better if we did not kill but I hear the world rejoice.
The bad guy’s gone the good will win; well, who is good or bad?
You all took up the cruel nails and yet the choice was Mine I had.
I chose to die that you might live, to give My life for yours
If you check the Ten Commandments you’ll not find in there a clause.

I gave my life up freely; your only path to God;
It took the life of your Creator to buy you back for God.
So remember that it’s Sunday and while empty pews abound
Don’t turn off your cell phone, a better message may come down.
Some one will say buy this, do that, your life will be a whizz;
But will it take you home to heaven when your breath ends with a fizz?
Have you forgotten, stone cold heart, that I loved you to death?
And as I hung upon the cross I said with My last breath,

“Father forgive them for they really don’t know what they do.
Then let My life become the bridge they walk across to You’’.
In church upon an empty pew; at home down on your knees;
At any place at any time Your God is one Who hears.
He watches out, He listens too, for every whispered prayer
If you should say you love Him, and mean it, every word,
Then you will just have made His day and everything’s worthwhile
For love returned though never earned is enough to make God smile.

Wyn Barratt 2012

How Long Will It Take?

How long will it take to change me?
Lord, why do I let You down?
I just want to show I love You
Not seeking a victor’s crown.
I’d like to be quiet and obedient
And yet I holler and fret
While You stand there beside me
Do You ask, “Are you finished, yet?”

My questions keep on increasing
My failures are doing that too
Yet I want to show that I love You
What am I doing to you?
Friends, I cannot give an answer
To the questions that bother me so
For though I’ve had years of practice
I still have a long way to go.

I hope that you love my Saviour
And don’t holler and fuss like me
Then your lessons in life will be shortened
If you realise God set you free
From questions that have no answers
Like the why, oh why is this so?
If you cut to the chase and show your faith
You won’t have a long way to go.

Wyn Barratt  Sept 2012.

Sunday, September 2, 2012

This is the Way. Is 30.21

This is the way, walk in it
Now, child, while you still have breath
Hear My simple instruction
Why do you worry and fret?
I’ll close the doors that you opened
If I don’t want you to go through
I’ll engineer circumstances
To keep your heart pure and true.

So don’t plan ahead, just listen
And pray, and pray, and pray
Then I can guide your decisions
You will not be led astray.
Keep your eyes to the Bible
Your heart to my heart is bound
I will control your survival
Till you in Heaven are found.

This is the way, walk ye in it
You are travelling with Me
You are one with the Father and Spirit
And the Son has set you free.
You will do what I’m urging
Your yearnings have come from the throne
Each day a new beginning
Each night a step nearer Home.

Wyn Barratt  Sep 2012.

Saturday, September 1, 2012

There Will Never Be A Time.


There will never be a time when You don’t love me
There will never be a time when You don’t care
You washed my sins away and You forgot them from that day
There will never be a time You won’t be there.

There will never be a time that I forget You
For You have done so much for me
Lord, I vow to You this day I will never walk away
For You vowed that You’d never  leave me.

One day You’ll call me Home; we’ll be together
I’ll be held by all my loved ones once again
This long and lonely road will disappear      
In a world of love and joy with no more pain.

There will never be a time when You don’t love me
And Lord I say AMEN!AMEN to that!

Wyn Barratt  Sep 2012

The Old.

Did you see that old lady walk slowly this way?
Did she lean on an old bent cane?
She once went to London with an Athletic Team
Before her 14th birthday came.

Don’t despise the old people that pass slowly by
They have stories of when they were young
They were fit then, and active, the world at their feet
Yet now to history belong.

We all have our youth but it will never last
Our lives but a passage in time
But the old have a history whether written or not
They remember when life seemed sublime.

So now as they wander the doorsteps of Heaven
And wait to be called up Home
Please remember old folk with a kind thought or two
For they once had lives like your own.

Wyn Barratt. Sept 2012.

In The Shadows.

Waiting in the shadows, watching life go by
Others flying high now, free and in the sky
Wondering why I’m earth bound, what have I to give?
Shadows hold my secrets, another life to live.

Dreaming of a future but maybe I’m too late
Hoping no one notices, yet hoping I’d be great
At helping broken hearted ones, I’ve had mine broken too
Curing all diseases and making bodies new.

Holding hurting children, pouring out the love
That lies unused, unwanted, though given from above
Running at Your call, Lord, what would You have me do?
Your mission and Your power Lord will surely see me through.

Waiting in the shadows, silence all around
Listening for Your voice Lord, and longing to be found
Here I am so needy yet wanting to be used
Lord why did you make me? I need to be of use.

Wyn Barratt  Sept 2012.

Thursday, August 30, 2012

Follow The Master.

My life has been marked by my wandering
Roaming tween this thing and that
Trying my hand at each new kind of deal
If I ripped you off, that was that.
I thought of myself as important
I said it was my way or none
Then I met a dark eyed stranger
And I knew right away I was gone!

His glance bore into my spirit
My conscience? I didn’t have one
I felt restless, frustrated, and plain sorrowful
For the life I had led was near gone.
He turned and somehow I followed
He led me the way of the Cross
I saw all my sins there before me
My heart bled with guilt and with loss.

Then the stranger put His hand on my shoulder
And said, “Friend, choose life this day
I died so you’d live for ever
Turn round and start living My way”.
Now I am following the Master
By the strings of my heart I am bound
It is His way or no way I’m after
I’m standing on Holy ground.

Come with me I’ll show you the Master
With the strings of your heart you’ll be bound
Let your life be marked by His glory
Look! You’re standing on Holy ground.

Wyn Barratt  Aug 2012.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

So Many Questions.


What is the river that flows through heaven?
Can I step into it now?
Where is the beginning? Where does it end?
Who can tell me right now?

Will it carry me when You call me home?
Will I glide through the streets of gold?
Will the tree of life give me shelter?
Will I really never be old?

So many questions to answer
They won’t matter once I am there
But oh dear Lord do please hurry
I’m ready to shed all my cares.

I am thankful for earthly lessons
But I don’t think I passed all the tests
Though I’m ready, so ready to come to You
For my eternal rest.

Wyn Barratt Aug 2012.