Sunday, January 25, 2015

I Am Following You




I am here my Lord and Saviour. I am following you
I know You are near me though I don’t know what to do
I saw the blood spattered on the judgment hall's floor
As You looked to Your Father to strengthen You some more

Is it worth it dear Lord even one drop of Your blood?
This angry revolutionary not seeing what he should?
If Your death is eternal then it’s a wasted life
And I will smite every one of them that took Your precious life.

Am I the Judge? Then who is God? The Father took Your hand
And whispered words of comfort for death inside this land
While You, the obedient, fast held by sinners bands
Envisaged the redeemed souls already heaven bound.

It’s not too soon , nor yet too late to kneel at holy feet
And offer up our souls to the Son of God so great
He gave His all, His inheritance and took on all our sin
To see the gates of heaven open to gladly let us in.

W.B ‘15






Are You A Lily Of The Field?

Today I sat and pondered about the lilies of the field.
Do they refuse to bloom where there is no beauty?
I believe they really seek out a plain and ugly bower
And let God sprinkle out their seeds as if it were their duty.
Go look across the fields whether walking near or far
Do you see the flowers right from where you are standing?
Then you have found the beauty of the lilies of the field
They don't compete with the bright plumes of birds now landing.
No matter who or what you are your beauty lies within
And the light of God will shine on all around you
Wherever God has placed you it was to bring your beauty in
To strengthen, lift, encourage those around you.
So bloom dear Lily and colour our life, let no one put you down
Without you our joy would wane far too soon
Soft rain washed colours never brown can cope with heat of noon
And show the touch of your Fathers hand.

Saturday, January 24, 2015

I am here Lord, my Saviour I am following You
I know You are near me though I don’t know what to do
I saw the blood spattered on the judgment hall’’s floor
As You looked to Your Father to strengthen You some more

Is it worth it dear Lord even one drop of Your blood?
This angry revolutionary not seeing what he should?
If Your death is eternal then it’s a wasted life
And I will smite every one of them that took Your precious life.

Am I the Judge? Then who is God? The Father took Your hand
And whispered words of comfort for death inside this land
While You, the obedient, fast held by sinners bands
Envisaged the redeemed souls already heaven bound.

It’s not too soon , nor yet too late to kneel at holy feet
And offer up our souls to the Son of God so great
He gave His all, His inheritance and took on all our sin
To see the gates of heaven open to gladly let us in.

W.B ‘15