Ponderings

My Number One.

2012-01-31T01:43:00.000-08:00

Today I felt Your Peace Lord. I had asked for it before
But in a casual sort of way not desperate for more
Of You and all You have and are; the Source of all my life
But now as I grow older I want to end all strife.

I ask you Lord to give me Peace that only You can give
The peace that calms the storms of life and whispers ‘Peace, be still’
There was a time when I enjoyed a knock down, ding dong fight
But now that I am old and frail I think I’ve seen the light.

Just give me peace; a tender heart that sees no mote or beam
That offers all a second chance in spite of how things seem
For I have had that second chance and many, many more
All gifts of Your Mercy, Lord, when I with tears, implored.

I begged forgiveness, promised too, that I would never fail
And then like Peter turned aside; it was another nail
To pierce the hands outstretched in love and I, Your chosen one
Had failed again to raise Your name, as the Alpha, my number One.

Wyn Barratt Jan 2012.

As Long As You're Holding Me

2012-01-27T21:07:00.000-08:00

As long as You’re holding me
My faith is strong
As long as You’re holding me
Where I belong

As long as I cling to You
Surrender all
As long as I cling to You
You are my all

As long as I’m faithful, Lord
Your Peace will reign
As long as I yield to You
Your joy remains

Your power will drive away
All of my fear
As long as I yield to You
You’re always near.

Wyn Barratt
Jan 2012

Ponderings: The Perrys-Almost Morning With Lyrics

2012-01-24T13:32:00.000-08:00

Ponderings: The Perrys-Almost Morning With Lyrics

I Got My Wings.

2012-01-23T20:43:00.001-08:00

Drifting in and out of clouds I’m hovering around
I’ve got my angels wings and my feet don’t touch the ground
I’m too high up to see the mess that I left in my room
And if I land on earth tomorrow it will be much too soon.

My poor dog Buster’s down on earth he’s barking quite a lot
I can hear the neighbours shouting “will you shut up your dog”.
I am grinning right from ear to ear because they don’t see me
I could yell a cheeky answer but my Mom would hear and see.

Well, it is a well known fact that Mom’s have eyes all round their head
She sees me pull my tongue out and I’m sent early up to bed
I slip my homework out of sight under her favourite chair
But the bloomin’ paper crackles and I run right out of there.

I’m not so sure I earned my wings; I guess this is a dream
When I wake up in the morning things won’t be all they seemed
I didn’t do my homework and I’m sorry as can be
For my teacher is my Mother and she heading right for me!

Wyn Barratt Jan 2012.

I’ve Said Enough

2012-01-16T21:55:00.000-08:00

If I never write another word I think I’ve said enough
To let you know what Jesus means to me
The only other thing I wish that would bring me such great joy
Would be to know that you love Him as well, you see?

Our life flies by so quickly and our pleasures come and go
Our emotions trick and mess round with our heart
But there’s one Who never falters; Who is faithful to the end
Who stands besides us and has promised not to part.

It is Jesus, yes it’s Jesus, a Saviour and a Friend
How often have I told just why He died?
If you look inside your own heart and compare it to the Lord’s
You’ll understand the sin that lies inside.

You know that God’s been calling you and following you around
He’s been there on every corner you have turned
Do mystic hunger and the mysteries of life still abound?
And the times you thought of Him, has your heart burned?

Come while there’s time, don’t stand in line; get down to the Mercy Seat
Don’t tell me that our Saviour died in vain
It was your name that was on His lips as the nails were driven home
Don’t walk away as He calls your name again.

WynBarratt
Jan 2012

Stay Right Beside Me.

2012-01-15T01:36:00.000-08:00

Stay right here beside me Lord, I’m afraid to be alone
I know my days are counted but I long to be called home
You said You’ll never leave me, and I believe that to be true
But Lord I am so lonely, and I want to live with You.

I’ve no imagination and I can’t pretend I see
That You are here beside me, as close as close can be
I wake up in the morning and I say “Good morning God”
But I wish that I could see You, and You’d give a friendly nod.

When I want to tell You things, I don’t know where to look
For I think You’re at my side as it says in the good Book
But Your Spirit is inside me, so all I have to do
Is close my eyes and whisper, “Dear Jesus I need You”.

Then right away You hear me and Your answer is prepared
Though it may not come at once, I know that You have heard
For You are right beside me, Lord, closer than my breath
And I’ll remember how You love me, for You loved me to death.

Wyn Barratt
Jan 2012

Blue Is The River.

2012-01-10T16:15:00.000-08:00

Blue is the river that I’m carried down
Rushing toward a black lake of slime
There’ll be no foothold; no places to grasp
Will somebody save me, that’s all that I ask?

I raise up my arms as the slime closes in
It seeps into my breathing; my eyes growing dim
Too much time spent pondering and looking for hope
I looked for a future but I still couldn’t cope.

As I gasped my last breath I was lifted up high
By a strong pair of arms though no one was nigh
I felt that black slime glide slowly away
My eyesight was clearer and I saw a new day.

The blue river was gone and a sparkling stream
Danced beside me as if in a dream
The sunlight twinkled through shimmering leaves
I was resting in a glade of beautiful trees.

It was then that I saw Him; a Man brown and lean
He was sitting beside me and that beautiful stream
He took both my hands and looked into my eyes
Saying, “You needed a Saviour and that’s no surprise.”

“Your sins are forgiven My Peace in your heart
Take my joy straight from Heaven; it’s not a fine art
It’s a habit to put on at the start of each day
A flickering smile that won’t run away.”

“Don’t fret and don’t worry what the future may hold
I am your Saviour, be brave and be bold
A day at a time is a big enough view
I am the Potter; I’ll do wonders with you.”

Wyn Barratt
Jan 2012

Shadows.

2012-01-08T22:12:00.000-08:00

‘Tis still and black, the loch tonight
No moon appears nor glimpse of light
A slapping sound as the water moves
Against the rocks; its life then proves.

Shall I remain an intruder here
Or creep away; no one must hear
A shadow melting into mist
Before dawn blows its new day kiss.

Hold back the sun; deny its light
The day is harsh; the light too bright
Turn back the world; return the moon
Wrap me in shadows; they’re gone too soon.

Wyn Barratt
Jan 2012

Please Send Your Angels.

2012-01-04T01:13:00.001-08:00

Give me a song Lord
Your song in the night
If I fall asleep Lord
I’ll wake up in fright
Please send Your angels
To sit beside me
I need assurance
That You are near me.

Send me a song Lord
I wanted to hear
Your voice in melody
So close to my ear
I expect You to sing
Your praises to God
Maybe a story of
The paths You have trod.

I will send You a song
That is straight from my heart
To thank you for dying
And accepting my heart
Please send your Angels
To sit beside me
I have the assurance
That You’re always with me.

Wyn Barratt
Jan 2012

You Gave Me Days.

2012-01-03T17:43:00.000-08:00

You gave me days, the race to run
To fill with praise, not mindless fun
To hope, and pray, and worship You
Please guide me, Father, I love You.

Your Word says ‘trust’; it says ‘obey’
These things are hard when I’d have my way
But this I know, my hope is found
In You my Lord, on Holy ground.

To face the day without a prayer
Is to walk away and not see You there
Please don’t let go. I often fear
That You have gone and I’m left here.

Your Word is true; You are my Rock
Starting each day I will take stock
Of things to do; where there is need
Faithful in prayer, and strong in deed.

Please show me where You’d have me go
Who needs some prayer? Who needs You so?
I am Your servant Lord, send me
Wherever You want me to be.

And when I start to think in fear
When illness strikes, that You’re not near
Remind me, Lord, to whisper then
“I trust You, Jesus, Amen; Amen”.

Wyn Barratt
Jan 2012.

Distance Lends Enchantment?

2012-01-01T20:24:00.000-08:00

Distance lends enchantment or so I have been told
Well, that may work with romance in the stories read of old
But distance from my Lord and God are far from good for me
I need to know that They are near and no distance you see?

I know when you love someone and that love is pure and strong
You long to be close by them and distance is so wrong
Of course where there is war or work that demands some time away
When it is temporary we can work it out some way.

But why be distant from a God Who wants to be so near?
And when you know you need Him the answer is quite clear
Stay side by side and holding hands as earthly lovers do
Not even at arms length is something I could bear to do.

So Lord I know You are near me; I can almost hear You breathe
I’m a straightforward pilgrim, not here to deceive
We both know what I’ve said is true and from now for evermore
There’ll be no need for You to knock for I’m right inside Your door.

Wyn Barratt
Jan 2012.

New Year’s Resolution For Every Day.

2011-12-31T12:37:00.000-08:00

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

Tomorrow Is On The Horizon.

2011-12-30T23:49:00.000-08:00

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.

2011-12-30T11:32:00.000-08:00

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.

Yesterday.

2011-12-28T15:48:00.000-08:00

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.

The Owl.

2011-12-25T00:56:00.000-08:00

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

The Day May Come.

2011-12-24T22:51:00.000-08:00

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.

I See You Lord.

2011-12-23T01:45:00.000-08:00

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.

Memories.

2011-12-22T00:55:00.000-08:00

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.

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

2011-12-21T15:36:00.000-08:00

To Young Mothers Everywhere, My Commiserations!!

2011-12-21T12:25:00.000-08:00

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.

Christmas Babe.

2011-12-20T12:38:00.000-08:00

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

Roads.

2011-12-18T16:17:00.000-08:00

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.

What Is The Christmas Story?

2011-12-17T12:19:00.001-08:00

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.

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

2011-12-16T20:51:00.000-08:00

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What Can I Do For You Today?

2011-12-16T15:59:00.000-08:00

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

2011-12-16T13:54:00.000-08:00

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.

2011-12-16T13:19:00.000-08:00

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.

Is That You, Jesus?

2011-12-15T23:45:00.000-08:00

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.

2011-12-15T22:52:00.000-08:00

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.

When I Look Up.

2011-12-09T18:50:00.000-08:00

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.

2011-12-09T17:29:00.001-08:00

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.

Smile Both Ways.

2011-12-07T12:11:00.000-08:00

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.

The Way You Took.

2011-12-06T12:54:00.000-08:00

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.

We Should Not Be Moved

2011-12-05T23:05:00.000-08:00

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.

Will There Be Time?

2011-11-30T21:11:00.000-08:00

I feel I’m almost Home, Lord
I’m tired yet I can’t sleep
So many thoughts are haunting me
So many emotions, deep.

Will there be time to tell someone
I loved them unto death?
Time to ask friends and family
To choose You with my last breath?

I may have no tomorrow, yet
There may be many days
To live here on this earth Lord
Still time to learn Your ways.

But yet I think it wiser
To treat each day as my last
So I won’t put off a moment
Some small important task.

So though I’m almost Home, Lord
I need a little time
To show folk that You love them
And You’re a Friend of mine.

Wyn Barratt
Dec 2011.

I Was Walking.

2011-11-25T01:14:00.000-08:00

I was walking down a narrow path, high mountains either side
The darkness of the shadows struck fear in me
Then I heard the quiet rustle of another pair of feet
And a quiet man fell into stride with me.

At first I was in fear that He was there to do me harm
His darkened face half covered by flowing hair
But without a word He walked with me and gave a silent nod
As if He’d said “G’day” right then and there.

Well, we walked along together, with the shadows lengthening
It was a hot and dusty road we traveled down
I had a little water that was not enough to share
But as I gave it I watched Him drink it down.

The stranger drank that small amount and emptied out the flask
Handing it back to me with a grateful smile
As I grasped it with my hand, water splashed upon the ground
Yet there was no stream to be found for many a mile.

He then began to talk as we continued on our walk
I fell silent as such awesome things He told
He said that He could give me water so I’d never thirst again
If I had faith in the God He knew of old.

That stranger seemed to be my friend as I listened carefully
I accepted all He said that I should do
Then I closed my eyes and prayed with Him my fears all had flown
When I opened them the stranger had gone too.

Wyn Barratt.
Nov 2011.

The Cross.

2011-11-24T16:58:00.000-08:00

We are told to stress the Resurrection
But without the cross where is the Christ Who died?
What’s the reason or the purpose for His dying?
For I know that my Lord was crucified.

It was there that He fought with our great enemy
It was there He conquered death and sin
Those tortured hours proved the culmination
Of His life and the pain He bore within.

Without the cross there is no resurrection
Without the cross where does salvation rise?
Christ is upheld to every tribe and nation
When the cross is raised before all human eyes.

So let’s remember the cross was the reason
That our Saviour came to earth as a babe
Born to die first, and then the resurrection
As the Saviour of the world He came to save.

Wyn Barratt
Nov 2011.

Not Only This.

2011-11-22T13:52:00.000-08:00

I open my eyes and remember You love me
When I close my eyes I remember that too
And not only this, there are ten thousand reasons
That I should adore You for loving me too.

Nothing I’ve done could deserve this loving
Nothing I thought of, or I ever could be
I was condemned to a lifetime without You
And another eternity in Hell I would see.

And not only this, You surrendered Your glory
Not only this, You came down to this earth
And hung on the cross till death claimed You as sinner
Rising in victory, though I had no worth.

Now, back in Glory You have not forgotten
The weak and the sinful You left far behind
All that You ask is confession; submission
You will restore sight to the Spiritually blind.

Then day by day we’ll rejoice in our Saviour
Rejoice in the trials that are making us strong
Not only this we remember You love us
Eyes open or closed, we to Jesus belong.

Wyn Barratt
Nov 2011.

Lord, Let My End Come Quietly.

2011-11-16T17:18:00.000-08:00

Lord, let my end come quietly
May my spirit soar aloft
On the breezes of the ocean
That feels so pure and soft.

Lord, let my end come joyfully
So my spirit still will sing
Your praises as You beckon me
To fly up on heaven’s wings.

Lord, let my end come gently
As You lift me in Your arms
May my family claim Eternity
With freedom from all harm.

Lord, let the memory of me
Be tempered with the thought
That I loved You in spite of
Not doing all I ought.

Lord, let my end be a welcome
Into the home of God
I long to hear the words,’ Well done
You were true to the heart of God’.

Wyn Barratt.
Nov 2011

Who Rolled Away The Stone?

2011-11-16T17:15:00.001-08:00

Which Angel rolled the stone away
When Jesus rose again?
I like to believe that it was God
Who entered in that cave?

He would have waited patiently
When Jesus went to Hell
To pay the price of sin
We know full well.

Jesus was God’s only Son
And precious in His eyes
Though He’d turned His Face away
As His Son died.

But once it was accomplished, Christ
The victory had gained
I think that God would be the first
Inside that cold dark cave.

I believe that God would call Him
And hold Him close again
A proud Father who would push the stone
And roll it right away.

But if I have been wrong Lord
With what I wrote today
Please tell me when I get to Heaven
For You rolled my stone away.

Wyn Barratt
Nov 2011.

Another Year.

2011-11-09T14:57:00.000-08:00

House work is done; too hot outside
I don’t like reading; can’t abide
The thought of ‘hanging’; wasting space
A useless member of the human race.

I can’t hide behind my age
Nearly eighty-three; another page
Is already rolling into view
Another year, so what to do?

Too poor to travel; too young to die
I have my wits and one good eye
My driving licence is still my own
If that should go? Just hear me groan!

I rest back in my comfy chair
I scratch my head; I’m losing hair!
My wrinkles gather, they don’t drop off
I try to sing, but only cough.

Would I like to go back in time?
Not really; I was out of line
The halcyon summer days at school
Spent in detention for breaking a rule.

A tom-boy and a rebel, bent
On causing trouble wherever I went.
Dreaming of high adventurous days
Loving my life and all of my ways.

I felt immortal; thought I could fly
The sky was the limit; it wasn’t too high
The years went by and my wings were clipped
My hopes were dashed; expectations slipped.

What now? Immortality is close to my grasp
I have found a Saviour, what more could I ask?
The sky is the limit I’m headed up there
Still with hope and a future God promised down here.

Wyn Barratt
Nov 2011.

We Have A God.

2011-11-05T13:29:00.000-07:00

We have a God Who hears our every prayer
We have a God Who bottles all our tears
Our Lord is near, much nearer than our breathing
How close is that! We have no need to fear.

We do not take one step without His presence
His plans with thought and love have long been made
If we but yield our will, our lives to Him
What peace will come as every step He aids.

He shelters us beneath His covering wings
He hides us in His own, His secret place
Though trials we face, He walks along beside us
He cuts the bands of failure and disgrace.

He still holds on when we are in the fire
We aren’t withdrawn till all the dross is gone
All our God’s works are perfect, so aspire
To do your very best; keep walking on.

One day we’ll hear the call, “Friend come up higher.”
One day He’ll say “Well done, my child, well done.”
Then as we soar through sky and clouds our desire
To be ever with the Lord has now been won.

Wyn Barratt
Nov 2011.

You Have A Secret

2011-11-05T00:51:00.001-07:00

Friend you seem to have a secret; there’s a light inside your eyes
And a warmth and tenderness you’ve shown to me
Is there something that you know about? It will not be a surprise
Oh please, brother, will you share your news with me?

I have heard that you know Jesus and He has love enough to share
But I’m a wretched man with a past I now regret
Do you think that I still have a chance to turn my life around?
I have no hope; strength; or determination left.

Will you let me sit beside you as you tell me what you know?
And why you look so full of optimistic joy
I have lived with sin and sorrow too many years of my life
Yet I started off as a happy, boisterous boy.

Now I want someone to show me if I can change my life
Or if this Jesus Christ could do just that for me?
I can’t go on any longer in my world of sin and strife
Please open up my eyes so I can see.

Wyn Barratt
Nov 2011.

Tell Me About Yourself Award

2011-10-29T20:53:00.000-07:00

Congratulations Marja on receiving that award, and thank you (I think) for passing it on to me!!
It was quite a shock to think about seven things about myself and since you know me so well you will know that I found it very hard not to list seven negatives.
I have been told that I make the average hermit look like a raging extrovert, but then I have had 82 years to practise!!

Well here goes.

1.I am an introvert and a practising hermit
2.I love to just sit and imagine God and how He and Jesus would interact with each other.
3.I can’t wait to get to Heaven.
4.I love every individual in my large and ever growing family and pray for them all to give their lives to the Lord.
5.I eat too much and am a chocoholic from way, way back.
6.I admit to being old but not yet mature. Will it ever happen? Don’t know!
7.I am still too impulsive. I jump off a cliff then look round to see if God is with me.

My five choices are:-

2 Encourage (Pam)
****************Maz's Carer...
For Ever His Servant
Woman Of The North
Red Scarf Diaries

To these lovely people, some old friends and some new ones, I am advised by Marja that the rules are:-

1. Thank the person who gave you the award
2. Reveal seven things about yourself.
3. Pass the award on to five other bloggers. Leave a comment on each blog telling them you have nominated them.

If you are one of the 5 blogs I nominated and would like to pass it on, copy the blog award to a post, reveal 7 things about yourself, and pass this award on to 5 other bloggers of your choice. Enjoy!

The Days Are Short

2011-10-28T01:39:00.000-07:00

The days are short although the nights grow longer
The will to learn and to forget the past
The wisdom to behold Your plan and purpose
Is now my goal; our minds as one at last.

I will walk on; not turning, or regretting
I will walk on though trials may still remain
No stopping now; the world will keep on turning
Whatever comes, my Lord, You stay the same.

A diadem can glisten in my tear drops
I see a cross beside a lonely grave
It’s not the end of life, and love, and friendship
Just a brief parting; faith can still be brave.

The music pours through Heaven’s open portals
The sounds of praise now fill the halcyon air
We are reborn, renewed, and now immortal
Our mortal love now pure; no sorrow there.

Wyn Barratt
Oct 2011.

Perception.

2011-10-26T18:35:00.000-07:00

Perception is an awkward word for it always seems to me
That everyone’s perception is so difficult to see.
If I say, “Describe and elephant” or something there might be
Standing right before you, what you and I both see
May sound completely different and if we should close our eyes
To see what you’re describing it may be a surprise.
You may see white while I see black and another may say it’s grey
You may see fun in something that I don’t see that way.

I bought some carpet recently and the salesman said to me
It’s three hundred dollars extra to move the furniture you see
Now I just fumed, then panicked for my furniture was worth
Just about half three hundred; a quarter of the carpet’s worth.
When I said, “Forget the carpet, I don’t agree to that”
The salesman had another ace just underneath his cap
He quickly fudged the figures and the carpet’s price went up
The price for moving furniture then two hundred dollars off.

The total cost was just the same but my perception changed
The carpet sale continued, but I think I am deranged
For I had been persuaded to see things a different way
Yet I had not saved a penny! I should be put away!
Yes, perception is an awkward word and I am here to say
That everyone’s perceptions will differ in every way
I much prefer statistics for facts can never lie
My carpet cost remained the same and that perception’s mine.

Wyn Barratt Oct 2011.

Put The Kettle On.

2011-10-26T17:46:00.000-07:00

However hard the day may be, however bad the news
If Mum said, “Put the kettle on” we, lost our fear and blues
When we returned late from our school, wet and cold from a long walk
Then Mum would put the kettle on as we warmed and had a talk.

It wasn’t that our Mum was rich or had nothing much to do
But she knew the power in a cup of tea and what is good for you
I don’t know that the tea had power except antioxidants
But there was comfort in her words and it seemed to make good sense.

Those words held far more comfort than, “Rinse the cups out in the sink”
Or “Turn on the tap and get yourself some cold water to drink”.
Through all our years of growing up we understand ‘Mother power’
That if all else fails put the kettle on it; it will be your finest hour.

Wyn Barratt
Oct 2011.

A Good Hair Day?

2011-10-24T16:36:00.000-07:00

Are you having a good hair day today?
Have you let your hair down before the Lord?
Have you wept over your sin then confessed and let Him in?
Are you having a good hair day before the Lord?

Did you bring your greatest treasures to the Lord?
Did you lay at His feet what you love too well?
Did you wash His feet with tears and dry them with your hair?
Are you having a good hair day as well?

When we think what Christ did for us on the Cross
There is only one thing we can do for Him
Break the alabaster box with the treasures of greatest cost
And lay them at His feet. Do it for Him.

Wyn Barratt
Oct 2011.

Do You Wonder What The Day May Bring?

2011-10-24T14:02:00.000-07:00

Do you wake up in the morning and wonder what the day may bring?
Do you tend to dread or fear the unknown?
Well, you have a Heavenly Father who’s already planned your day
Then just thank Him, and place your hand inside His own.

It is an adventure to walk daily with the Lord
He is there beside You now and every day
Don’t look forward into shadow; look right up into His eyes
His love and mercy hold the key to life this way.

We don’t know what the future holds but we know it holds our Lord
He has plans to fill our life with hope and joy
Any trials any tests will make your testimony the best
As an ambassador for Christ whom we adore.

So take courage, dear pilgrim, for the war’s already won
And the battle is the Lord’s, His Word has said
Keep your armour at the ready and never turn your back
When you step forward it is you that Satan dreads.

Wyn Barratt
Oct 2011.

Make A Note.

2011-10-21T17:31:00.001-07:00

Make a note to tell someone you love them
Make a note to smile at passers by
Make a note to thank God for Creation
Make a note to praise the One Who died.

Make a note to thank someone for listening
It may be the kindest gesture that they gave
Make a note to do someone else a kindness
It will absolutely make their day.

Make a note to thank the Lord for friends and family
They are for your support and sent by Him
Just remember that good things are only borrowed
They’re on loan from God and made by Him.

Wyn Barratt
Oct 2011.

You Are My Rock

2011-10-21T16:44:00.001-07:00

You are my Rock; You are my hiding place
You hold me close; I’m safe in Your embrace
No fears can hold their sway within my mind
For You are my sight, without You I am blind.

You lead the way through dark unfriendly shadow
Your Word the Light as I walk the pathway now
The goal far more important than the journey
To live with You is goal enough for me.

You lift my head when troubles drag me downward
You shine on me such love ;You are adored
While from my heart a whispered prayer’s received
The answer comes already, and I find peace.

Wyn Barratt
Oct 2011.

Reassuring Love.

2011-10-21T13:49:00.000-07:00

Reassuring love; Reassuring love
That’s my Father’s gift to me, His reassuring love.
No matter what my trials may be or if I stumble on the way
He will bend down to lift me up that always is His way.

His mercy ever part of His correction of my fall
Each lesson that He teaches has His love draped over all
And as each new day follows with the chance to start again
I feel such a deep sorrow that I ever caused Him pain.

He always reassures me with His reassuring love
I’m so blessed to have a Father Who guides me from above
His Holy Spirit with me too as He whispers to my heart
"Keep going, little pilgrim, I’m still here although it’s dark."

Wyn Barratt
Oct 2011.

Jeff Gorick | Worship You | CD Baby

2011-10-19T00:19:00.000-07:00

Jeff Gorick | Worship You | CD Baby

James Todd Johnson | Where Dreams Come True | CD Baby

2011-10-19T00:09:00.000-07:00

James Todd Johnson | Where Dreams Come True | CD Baby

A Strange New Land.

2011-10-18T21:58:00.000-07:00

There's a strange new land across the highlands
It's surrounded by a wide and mighty sea
No boats are ever seen to cross it
And the trees never, never, turn green.

You may hear the frogs beside the water
Or splashing in the mud around the creeks
The strangest thing I've seen is that the frogs are not green
Did their colour slip away in their sleep?

Once that land was invaded by giant tractors
And men who drove around in great big trucks
They drilled and dug and messed around with earth works
Till the earth worked out that it was done for bucks.

Well, the men in yellow hats and some with white ones
Declared that progress was coming to that land
The creatures still alive crept away and tried to hide
But their food was gone in a black and slimy land.

So now it's called 'the land of no tomorrows'
Yet God gave the earth into our care
Do we tell our children stories of a dreamtime
When we had a lush green earth for all to share?

We are surely the caretakers of Creation
God gave a commission to us all
To take care of the land and its people
We must count the cost of destroying it all.

Wyn Barratt
Oct 2011.

The Trumpet Call .

2011-10-18T00:29:00.000-07:00

When the trumpet call has sounded and the Lord has now returned
When the clock of time no longer has a face
Will you stand before the judgement seat a washed and holy soul?
Or will guilt and sorrow show upon your face?

Is there someone unforgiven who has sought to do you harm?
Did you mean to tell the Lord but then forgot?
Are your sins and pain still clinging to your frail and fading form?
Then cry “Lord forgive them; cleanse my every spot.”

So friend, keep your lamp still burning for no-one knows the day
When the Saviour will return to claim his own
Then forgive, and be forgiven and you’ll keep the pathway clear
Instead of Judgement lay your crowns at Heaven’s throne.

Wyn Barratt. Oct 2011

You Hear My Heart.

2011-10-02T15:04:00.001-07:00

You hear my heart when words won’t come to me, Lord
You hear my heart when tears don’t cease to flow
You hear my heart when memories are painful
Lord, take my heart, You know I love You so.

They fly to Heaven, these silent prayers of mine, Lord
Though just a breath released from laboured thought
As incense caught by golden bowls You are holding
Then my humbled heart flies upwards as it ought.

Your heart is mine, since Calvary had pierced it
Your heart is mine and so I worship You
My heart is Yours since ever You had willed it
You are my Lord; I love to worship You.

Wyn Barratt
Oct 2011.

Do You Think Of Me Sometimes?

2011-10-01T23:58:00.000-07:00

While the world is turning do you think of me sometimes
And remember that we were friends, once, long ago?
Do you see me as I used to be, though you have gotten old?
While I wait here for Heaven; not long to go?

The nurses move round quietly, trying not to laugh too much
They seem to think that joy should not be shown
While I am in God’s waiting room and thankful for the touch
Of a friendly hand that says “You’re not alone.”

The sun shines in through the window later on into the day
No warmth can pierce my air-conditioned room
The light shows up the particles that float around the air
When they lift the covers on my little tomb.

No, dear, I am not lonely, for they’re doing hourly ‘ops’
You see my glory time is almost here.
They are all kind and gentle folk that won’t let me die alone
They intend that someone should be always near.

While I’m waiting for an Angel to come stand beside my bed
And tell me that the Lord has called me Home
I’ve had time to think of someone whom I loved so long ago
And I hope you thought of me, and you’re not alone.

Wyn Barratt
Oct 2011.

Lord Give Me Your Vision.

2011-10-01T17:40:00.001-07:00

Lord, give me Your vision for every lost soul
Give me Your love to with mercy console
Those who are grieving for loved ones gone astray
Give me patience to seek and endurance to pray.

Help me to wait when things don’t seem to change
Give me Your Patience when no answer’s in range
Yours is the timing and Yours is the power
Saving our loved ones while we’re faithful hour by hour

Lord, give me wisdom to do what is right
When making decisions light my path with Your light
May I walk in obedience; not be a stumbling block
May Your kingdom come, my Lord, and my Rock.

Wyn Barratt.
Oct 2011.

Another Day Another Grumble

2011-09-26T15:57:00.000-07:00

Another day, another chance to serve You, precious Lord
I’m trying not to grumble, it’s a fault I can’t afford
It only takes a glance outside to tell me that You care
The floor needs washing once again, but I will praise You there.

The rain has stopped, the sky is blue, so the washing can be done
I’ll sing to You as I hang it out so I won’t feel so blue
I’ll get the better of my feelings that remind me that I’m down
And lonely most of every day, but that won’t win my crown.

For I know that You are always there and I chat to You all day
But I wish a human being would pass along this way
Yes, I know that I have neigbours who are not too far away
But they’re too busy yelling at their screaming kids most days

I know the dogs are lonely too for I listen to their barks
And listen; listen; listen; it really is no lark.
Well, now I’m grumbling again and wishing things would change
If I could run away to sea I would be well out of range.

Wait, just a mo’, I’m not so sure about going out to sea
For way out on the ocean who would visit me?
I will stay home, and scrape my chairs, and let my back door bang
Then my neighbour is sure to call and greet me with a frown.

Wyn Barratt.
Sept 2011.

A Crowd Of Witnesses.

2011-09-25T15:25:00.000-07:00

How great a crowd of witnesses
Gathered in Glory now
Look down with pride, with love and joy
To see God’s children grow.

We grow in love, in grace in peace
It is our Father’s will
Our journey home encouraged by
Those saints who are praying still.

Your eyes are on us Father, God
You will us to succeed
Arms out, ever ready, loving still
Offer everything we need.

How great oh Lord, Your love for us
No words can tell its span
You loved us well before our birth
Before the world began.

What can we offer, Saviour, Lord?
Our lives are frail at best
But take our love, our lives, our dreams
Our surrender, for Your best.

Wyn Barratt Sept 2011.

Vanishing Cream.

2011-09-24T21:24:00.000-07:00

Where could I purchase some vanishing cream?
I would rub me all over and then not be seen
I could climb up a tree without scaring my Mum
And if she should call me I’d not need to come
For how can you expect someone not even there
To come in for their bath, brush their teeth, comb their hair?

And as for my homework I’m not really sure
For my writing would show up! Oh, what a bore!
Well, homework is out; if I’m not seen in my bed
My parents would worry, or go off their head
Why is it that vanishing is so great for me
When I then couldn’t come in and eat up my tea?

I may have to give this idea more thought
For what I thought fun now seems to be wrought
With all kinds of problems and difficulties.
I could cream myself ‘gone’ from my feet to my knees
That would be funny, but I think it is best
To cream myself ‘gone’ from my head to my chest.

That way, what ever the mess that I’m in
I couldn’t be blamed or put in the ‘sin bin’
I’d have to keep quiet and not open my mouth
For then I’d be caught out, for I tend to shout
When I am in trouble with no good excuse
Oh, forget that darned cream! What is the use?

Wyn Barratt Sept 2011.

Floating In A Fine Gray Mist.

2011-09-24T14:39:00.001-07:00

Floating in a fine gray mist the moon is small and white
The owl is hooting in the wood; the echo builds the fright
A rustling first behind, then round, and now is coming near
The woods are daring me to stay and overcome my fear.

Excitement draws a gasping breath, when walking in the dark
I mean to stay in silence here till morning wakes the lark
The creatures of the night are free, no obstacles for them
The darkness is as light to them just as it is in Heaven.

The wonders of Creation are hidden from my view
I’ll use imagination to think what creatures do
When they scurry in a hurry from dark to misty place
Like the anxious beings that belong to the human race.

Wyn Barratt
Sept 2011.

You Are My Lord.

2011-09-22T17:51:00.000-07:00

You are my Lord. I cry out to the world today
Hear me! Hear me! Behold Your God!
Jesus, the crucified; Jesus, for us He died
Come now and see Him rise up from the dead.

He is Lord of the ages; the God of Creation
He walked the road to Calvary and went for you alone
Now risen up in victory He holds out His arms to you and me
Surrender to the Victor for He will lead you Home.

You are my Lord. I cry out to the world today
Hear me! Hear me! Behold your God!
Jesus the Creator the Saviour and the Master
Follow Him today and take the road He trod.

Wyn Barratt Sept 2011.

Do You Think Of That Day?

2011-09-21T14:24:00.001-07:00

Do you think of that day when the God of the world
Gave up His Son for the sins of that world?
Think of all the evil down through the years
Thought, and committed, at Christ was then hurled.

He died as a sinner, His body was cursed
His Father disowned Him and what is even worse
We ‘Christians’ keep sinning, and our Lord deny
When He says, “Do you love Me?” we do not reply.

Do we love self and sin even though Jesus died?
Do we love our own opinions of what we deem right?
Do we give Him just a part of what He has bought?
Only a little, and then after much thought?

Remember the darkness that fell on the earth?
God shielded those watching from the sight of sin’s work
A precious Son, a Leader, a Guide and a Friend
Now in a body where sin and beatings blend.

Yes, that is what Jesus did for me and you
What do you offer in return? Is it ALL of you?

©2011 Wyn Barratt.

Chosen

2011-09-20T17:10:00.000-07:00

I was wandering aimlessly, nowhere to go
Looking for friendships with those that I know
But the friendships didn’t fill the gap; I needed the best
And my heart was just yearning for comfort and rest.

I took up my Bible which I often did
But saw judgments and fear; so those pages I hid
Then my eyes lit on these words I’ll never forget
“I have chosen you” and right there I found rest.

I no longer called out, “Choose me, Oh, choose me!”
In silent appeal at the folk I would see
For I had now realised the decision wasn’t mine
I was chosen by God and not picked from a line.

Not chosen as the best looking girl in the bunch
Or because I took someone important to lunch
I was chosen by God because He has loved me
So much that His Son chose to die on that tree.

So I’d like you to know God has chosen you too
And there’s only one wise thing I think you should do
That’s to step forward and stand by His side
For with Jesus as your Saviour you won’t want to hide.

Wyn Barratt Sept 2011.

Am I Dreaming?

2011-09-20T00:50:00.001-07:00

I am in a sphere that’s moving; it looks like a drop of rain
I am rolling then falling, then rolling, and falling again and again
How did I come to be here? When will this dream end?
If this sphere should burst what will happen? Will I just fall again?

One moment I’m lying snugly in my warm comfy bed
Then I must have dozed off for I was falling, but not falling out of bed.
First it seemed that I stood on a hilltop; on a glorious carpet of green
Yet the moon was shining down on me completing an eerie scene.

There were donkeys climbing the hillside with flowers around their head
They were dragging something behind them; some little kid in his bed
I think I should have been frightened but I heard someone calling out
“There’s no more cheese for your supper, it’s making scream and shout!”

Wyn Barratt.
Sept 2011.

This Is My Future.

2011-09-19T17:45:00.000-07:00

Lord, I will never stop needing You
Lord, You will never stop loving me.
Oh Lord, You will never leave me
This is the future I see.

Lord, You never stopped seeking me
One day I stopped hiding from You
Lord You will never turn away from me
This is the future I see.

Seeking me, finding me, holding me close
No darkness can swallow the light around me
The waiting, the silence is a time for my faith
To bridge the gap with a prayer saying, "Lord, I believe."

Lord You’ll be always my King and my Friend
Holding my hand until my life shall end
Teaching and guiding with patience and love
This is the future for me.

Wyn Barratt
Sept 2011.

Changing Things.

2011-09-16T21:52:00.001-07:00

I know I can’t end my life span
So instead I will change things for me
My life’s out of line for I spend too much time
On things unimportant you see.

Like Facebook where I read with interest
All the antics of family and friends
I send the odd comment with humour
But no answer my humour commends.

I may just as well have done nothing
I wish I could live in a tent
With no window or zippered compartment
No one would know where I went.

I would like to live on an island
But with all the ‘mod cons’ there of course
No human beings are welcome
But a pet like a sweet little horse.

I could ride him all over the island
Teach him to pull me up from a pit
For that is my one bad habit
I dig a hole then fall right in it.

The future would always be rosy
Since no one would know my mistakes
Each sunrise would bring fresh adventure
No shopping or chewing tough steaks.

I could only eat fruit and fresh veggies
I’m too much of a goose to catch fish
They would wriggle and squirm and I’d drop them
They’d never be cooked on my dish.

From sunrise to sunset there’s freedom
To do what I want when I like
No TV to show all the bad things
No phone, no computer, no Skype.

Wyn Barratt
Sept 2011

No Sea?

2011-09-14T21:00:00.001-07:00

I see huge waves on the horizon and so far out to sea
They burst up high and upwards like the water I boil for tea
Yet closer into shore they are just lapping gently
Yes, it is the ocean that I love and I know it’s plain to see.

I love all of God’s creation and the land in beauty lies
Carpeted with grasses, trees, and flowers to feast the eyes
But the thing that mostly thrills me, is this glorious sea
Of all of God’s creations it’s the most beautiful to me.

But, friend, I find I’m troubled, for though God’s Word I love to read
But somewhere I am sure it says in Heaven there’ll be no sea
If that is true, then, Father when Jesus comes for me
Will You ask Him to forget me and leave me by the sea?

Wyn Barratt
Sept 2011.

How Many?

2011-09-13T03:01:00.000-07:00

How many prayers does it take, Lord
To pray one soul into to Heaven?
How many angels are needed
To watch over seventy times seven?
I have so many questions
I’d like to ask You, Father, God
All the things that You did to help us
When You watched the path that we trod?

How did You work out our days Lord?
They are not just three score and ten
Some of us live much longer
So how do You share them then?
Some children and babies have short lives
Others an hour or two
How do You work out our days Lord?
How many are left for me, too?

There’s such interesting Math in the Bible
But it goes much further than that
So I want to know dear Father
How many for this and for that?
You see I am craving for knowledge
But I want to know You even more
It’s not that important how long I live
But I‘d like to at least reach threescore.

Wyn barratt
Sept 2011.

Do You Remember Your First Love?

2011-09-11T21:45:00.000-07:00

Do you? Do you remember your first love
Did it not last? Then I’m sad, love
It was not meant to be that way.

Would you? Would you remember that parting?
How terrible was the heart ache
That you took away, then, with you.

One day, we will remember our first love
We may meet by surprise, one day, love
Would you still recognise me?

I’ve aged now; life has been good to me, love
As I’d have been good once to you my love
I meant to be ever with you.

We parted, not wanting to struggle with heart ache
No longer willing to partake
Of the cold cruel struggles of youth.

But one day we will meet and begin life anew, love
I will ever and always be true, love
My beginning and end is with you.

©2011 Wyn Barratt.

Sometimes.

2011-09-10T19:58:00.000-07:00

Sometimes it seems I’m wasting the days you gave to me
Sometimes it seems I spend them hanging round
But the times I spend with You, Lord, when I’m on bended knee
They’re the greatest and the best times I have found.

You are never too busy to sit and talk with me
You never turn Your face the other way
It seems that all the problems that come to bother me
Are not too much for You to help me with today.

Sometimes I may forget Lord, to thank You for Your love
Yet there’s no way that You ever forget me
And so I’m here to say, Lord, as I’m looking up above
Thank You, thank You, dear Lord, for loving me.

I never will forget Lord that day at Calvary
When You walked right to the cross ready to die
You did it for all of us, but especially for me
So I want to say I love You, and that’s no lie.

You rose again in triumph and over death in victory
And set the power of Heaven at our right hand
Now Your Holy Spirit our Comforter will be
As He teaches, guides and leads to Gloryland.

Wyn Barratt
Sept 2011.

Lord, I Don’t Know .

2011-09-10T15:05:00.001-07:00

Lord, I don’t know how much time I have
It may be one more day
Or then again I might be here
For ever and a day
I only know that all I want
Is to be by Your side
And be consistently obedient
However hard the trials.

Lord I don’t know what You’ve planned for me
It’s still a mystery
But I do know that whatever comes
It will be alright with me
For You have my best interests
At all times in Your Heart
And as long as I stick close to You
We two will never part.

Wyn Barratt
Sept 2011.

I Saw The Rays From Heaven Touch The Sea.

2011-09-07T17:23:00.000-07:00

I walked beside the ocean, it seemed quiet but waves were loud
The sunrays filtered softly down through the clouds
I looked up into heaven; I knew the Lord was watching me
When I saw the rays from heaven touch the sea.

This time the world looked different in the early morning light
The seagulls walking on the sand suddenly took flight
Fishermen were bringing boats back to the quay
When I saw the rays of heaven touch the sea.

The clouds had spread across the sky and blanketed the earth
Wrapped in heaven’s cotton wool I saw Your hand at work
The restless tide began to turn and flowed towards me
The day the rays of heaven came down to touch the sea.

I know that God is everywhere it is so plain to see
The wonders of Creation spread from mountains to the sea
Wherever I may go I know the Lord is watching me
When the rays of heaven come down and then touch me.

© Wyn Barratt.
Feb 2011.

God Sent Me An Angel

2011-09-07T17:14:00.000-07:00

God sent me an Angel to keep me company
He was tiny, neat, and brown as a bird’s supposed to be
He stood right on the path I took to climb up the hill
Then glanced at me and ran ahead, sun glistening on his bill.

It wasn’t very long before we reached the hill top
He kept looking round to make sure I hadn’t dropped
As soon as he convinced himself that I would be alright
He wagged his head at me as he took his flight.

So, thank you, Father for angelic company
You showed me the love and the care you have for me
I know I’m not alone on a hill or back at home
You can send an angel any time so I won’t be alone.

Wyn Barratt
Sept 2011.

Talking Trees?

2011-09-02T23:28:00.000-07:00

I was standing in a copse; the trees were tall and dark
Their trunks were wide and overbearing too
There was little of the sunlight that the trees allowed inside
I stood there wondering what I should do.

It all depends on why you’re there beneath a stand of trees
What do you want the trees to do for you?
Their branches thick and heavy like arms upraised to strike
But their leaves danced harmlessly in pleasant view.

I heard a voice like thunder, it was the largest of those trees
“Well? Tell me, now, what I can do for you?
Do you want some shade from summer’s heat or climb upon a branch?
Make up your mind; if not, then move on through.”

It spoke again and I was scared for I am really small
“I am here to help the birds, not just for you
Now, move on, there’s a good chap for there’s going to be a storm
And if the lightning strikes I may just fall on you”.

Wyn Barratt
Sept 2011

Until I Met You.

2011-09-02T16:06:00.000-07:00

Until I met You Lord I thought I was whole
I never realised that I had a soul
I knew nothing of hunger for Your righteousness
Of guilt for my sins; or hope of redress.

Until I met You Lord I thought I knew all
Of the joys and excitement that made my life whole
My hope was bound up with what I’d do next
I grew happy then sad, was calm and then vexed.

But then I met You Lord and what did I see
I saw Your sad eyes looking right into me
I looked at myself with my sin and my pain
I turned back to You as I realised my gain.

I lost all my guilt and I gained a new life
Eternity mine; help, in sorrow and strife
But most important of all a Saviour is mine
My future is Yours I don’t need one of mine

For You are my life Lord and You are my hope
Your hand is for holding when I’m at the end of my rope
You are leading me through the pathways to Home
You are my future, Lord; You are my Home.

Wyn Barratt
Sept 2011.

Mix The Colours.

2011-09-01T03:08:00.001-07:00

Mix the colours of my day, Lord
At the moment it’s all grey
But I’d rather not have blue, Lord
I’ve had enough of that today.

The bright yellow of the sunlight
On a warm summer day
And a saffron tinted sunset
I would love to come my way.

You see warm colours make my day
While cold ones freeze me out
It’s how you look at things that counts
At least that‘s what I’ve found out.

So please colour up my day Lord
With happy, warm, bright hues
For I just feel so sad now
With all these greys and blues.

Then when the sun goes down like
A ball of heavenly fire
I can look forward to the morning
When I’ll hear a vibrant choir

Of birds whose song is joyful
As they greet a brand new day
Full of yellows, pinks and reds, Lord
That You have sent their way.

Send the colours of Your smile Lord
And the red of Your beating Heart
The purple of Your Majesty
With all Creation’s art.

Wyn Barratt
Sep 2011.

Holidays.

2011-08-30T17:58:00.001-07:00

This will be my best day ever for the holidays have come
I’ve got to mind my little sister, but I’ll dump her and just run
I’ll take her to the bus stop and give the driver all my cash
While I tell him to drive her to the end and then bring her back.

Oh darn it! Now she’s crying as the bus has pulled away
You can bet she’ll dob me in to Mum and I’ll be shut away
‘Time out’ will be inside my room and I’ll be bored to death
While I hear my poor Dad saying “You know you’re wasting your breath”.

I’ve heard my Mom tell God on me and I wonder what He thought
I’m always in trouble for not doing what I ought
I think I hear Him chuckle when He looks down on me
For I know Jesus also had a sister or three.

Wyn Barratt
Aug 2011.

I Bought A BOAT !!

2011-08-27T23:00:00.000-07:00

I bought a little boat and it’s trying to stay afloat
But there’s a hole in the blunt end (it’s not a boat of note!)
The salesman said it had a sail but it just sailed away
And the rudder fell off when we hit a little wave.

I still had an oar an hour ago or more
But it slipped through a hole I never saw before
So now I’ve got my foot inside that ever widening hole
I’m bobbing along the coast, I hope it knows its own way home.

I’m not worried though I don’t have a sail
If I’m lucky I can latch onto a passing whale
Whatever happens I won’t be down in the mouth
For the wind is blowing east, though the current’s flowing south.

Well, I don’t know what happened but I’ve water in my mouth
Though the wind is blowing east and the current’s flowing south
I would stand on the bridge and salute as Captains do
When their boat goes down, but my bridge has gone too!

Gurgle, gurgle!!

Wyn Barratt.

I Walked Out The Door.

2011-08-26T23:56:00.000-07:00

I walked out the door the day that You called me
I heard Your gentle voice, yet I hardened my heart
Not wanting to change but with so many needs
That I should have been running right into Your arms.

I stood outside the door, I thought You couldn’t see me
The tears began to flow and I stifled my groans
I didn’t want to stay or return to that dark room
Where You had had Your say with “Child, please come Home”

That was just what my parents cried the day I was leaving
Leaving their care, for I wanted to roam
I was grown up, independent, resenting their caring
Indifferent to the pain I would leave in that home.

You followed me out of that room where You’d called me
I would not turn but You stayed close behind
I went on my way, my own way preferring
Not heeding Your presence because I was blind.

I don’t remember how long I lived without You Lord
Long enough to let sin beset all of my ways
But one day when fear and guilt was piled high as a mountain
I fell down on my knees and I cried out “Lord, please save”!

I felt a warm blanket of Love spread around me
My tears were burning as I knelt at Your feet
Then I rose to go home to the parents who’d raised me
And I saw them running right down the street.

Wyn Barratt
Aug 2011.

Talk To Me.

2011-08-25T14:47:00.000-07:00

Talk to me Dear Father as I go about my way
Even just a whisper throughout the day
Lest I am a rudderless wee small boat
Tossed on the seas of life trying to stay afloat.

Talk to me Dear Father when I am alone
I need to feel Your Presence inside my home
Quiet my frail spirit and fill me with hope
That anything You ask of me I’ll be able to cope.

Thank you for my blessings, I know they are on loan
The gifts from Your Spirit will be my own
While I am obedient and remain in Your will
These gifts are for Your glory as I worship with them still.

Wyn Barratt.
Aug 2011.

I Heard Your Call.

2011-08-21T14:31:00.000-07:00

I heard Your call, “Come follow” Is that all?
Is it that simple, when I must give my all?
I can’t resist You or turn my face away.
‘Not I, but Christ’ is the only way.

I saw Your scars and the nails in Your hands
I saw the Father’s pain as You honoured all His plans
Nothing I offered could repay the price You paid
But now we can go Home with You, not held by the grave.

I saw the grave stone that was rolled away
You stepped out in triumph as Satan slinked away
Lord, I will stand with You wherever You go
It was just the way You looked at me; I couldn’t say ‘No’.

I saw the world and the sorrow in Your eyes
Lost and angry ones before a God they despised
Walking away from the blood that could cleanse
Blaming every circumstance; not making amends.

Will you heed the call, ‘Come, follow’, that is all?
Repentance and cleansing when you answer His call
A hope and a future Christ offers to you
If you seek after Him as I pray you will do.

Wyn Barratt

Aug 2011.

Do We Deny Your Power?

2011-08-21T14:29:00.000-07:00

Lord, do we deny Your power, because of unbelief?
Do we keep Your Sword from wielding so it remains inside its sheath?
Do we deny Your power because of lack of Faith?
What words of Yours this hour could change somebody’s fate.

Your Word is clear and forthright, it is always ‘Yea’ or ‘Nay’
It tells us all the things You’ll do if we will just obey
O give us simple hearts, Lord, to quote, “Our Father said”
And then, believing, act on it. Has God not raised the dead?

When we were dead in sin, Lord, You opened up our grave
You walked right to the Cross, Lord, because You came to save
We are our brother’s keeper and souls are won, not lost
By our believing prayer and Your death at such a cost.

© Wyn Barratt 2011.

The Lonely Road

2011-08-20T18:16:00.000-07:00

I was wandering a lonely road and the light was fading fast
When darkness fell I was alone; I knew the light would never last
But the place that I was seeking had a light all of its own
I was on my way to Glory; the place that God calls Home.

You are my Light, my Comfort, and a Saviour, Lord to me
You are the only One that I really long to see
So long ago You died for me and I am travelling on
To the Glory land up yonder that my hope is set upon.

You gave Your all at Calvary; that day You set me free
From the ever tightening grip that sin had clinging around me
And now I’m free to worship You, to love You and adore
My God my mighty Saviour, as I learn to love You more.

My road’s no longer lonely for the Comforter is here
He’s walking right beside me and there‘s not a thing to fear
I can see the lights of Glory and its portals open wide
Now I have a brand new story that I’ll share once I’m inside.

©Wyn Barratt.
Aug 2011.

Lord, I Have Come To You Again.

2011-08-19T14:07:00.000-07:00

Lord I have come to You again today since I am all alone
And I want to say how much You mean to me
You know that I am working till the day You call me Home
But thank You, Lord, for dying for me.

No one could love me any more than You do, Dear Lord
No one could take my stubborn heart and set it free
You never will give up on me however hard it is
As You mould this grumpy soul to look like Thee.

So many times I feel I want to throw the towel in
So many times I slip and fall again
When I don’t see an improvement and I cannot stay afloat
I stop and wonder why You stay with me again.

So thank You Lord for loving me and holding me so tight
You have said that You will never let me go
If I make it up to Glory then I’ll know that You were right
And You’ll know that it is why I love You so.

Wyn Barratt
Aug 2011.

All At Sea?

2011-08-18T17:34:00.000-07:00

When I’m standing on this hill, Lord
The world looks fresh and new
The ocean’s multicoloured blue
The sky, a misty hue
The early morning sun has tried
To clear the mist away
But it needs the help of wind if it’s
To prove a bright clear day.

Small boats are bobbing out to sea
Their courage I admire
They look so small and frail out there
Is their Captain’s heart afire
With plans and compass, fishing nets
As he’s hoping for a catch?
But if a storm should brew up now
He would know he’d met his match.

That’s how we live our lives each day
Prepared, or so we think
For any trial or problem
Yet we are on the brink
Of sounding out an unknown depth
Of running into storms
That’s when we cry out to our God
And we feel so forlorn

Look! He’s walking on the water
He has the storm in hand!
It’s when we fail to look to Him
We lose sight of the land
He is our one True Compass
Our Shelter in a storm
Our Saviour Friend and Helper
No need to feel forlorn.

Wyn Barratt
Aug 2011.

It’s Me Again.

2011-08-17T23:48:00.001-07:00

Are You there, Lord? Are You, really? It is me again, you see
I’ve had a gray dull day today and with You I need to be
My joy slipped down the drain hole; my hope walked out the door
So many things went wrong, Lord; Felt like a dozen or more.

My laughter died from lack of fun, my optimism too
Now all I want is to be near and sit right down with You
If You told me a joke, Lord, I don’t think I could laugh
But I still want to hear what You think is my right path.

I want to step into the sunshine and fly through the skies
I want to hold a dear sweet baby if I see tears in their eyes
I’d like to tuck a child in bed who once had homeless been
I want to stroke someone with fevered brow, and make them well again.

I want to comfort those that grieve and wipe their tears away
Then I would tell them to look up, for their sun will shine one day.
I’d tell them to hold out a hand to another grieving soul
To sing praises to their Saviour, for He will make them whole.

And then when all is said and done I’d raise my arms to You
And thank You for my Salvation and the love that’s always true
I’d praise You for Creation and the life You gave to me
As I promise to be always true, just like You are, you see.

Wyn Barratt
Aug 2011.

I’ll Never Tire.

2011-08-14T22:50:00.001-07:00

I’ll never tire of walking here
Or sitting on a bench
I watch the ocean and the waves
They bolster up my strength

The time I spend in worship
And thanking You for life
Is a time my soul is blessed enough
To go back to my life.

If I’ve had an awful morning
You know I’d cry for You
There’s no one else that I would trust
To show me what to do.

All my trials come in bundles
Are they cheaper by the score?
Sometimes I think that one more thing
Would knock me to the floor.

It’s only when Your Peace comes down
And You wrap me in Your arms
That my troubles seem smaller
And I am not alarmed.

So now my fighting muscles
Have had some exercise
I will leave the restless ocean
For You are at my side.

Wyn Barratt

Aug 2011.

The Restless Sea.

2011-08-08T22:44:00.001-07:00

Oh how I love the restless sea
It reminds me of Your love for me
Those surging waves like Your strong arms
Flow over me; keep me from harm.

The bobbing waves far out to sea
Remind me that You searched for me
I knew all along if I should fall
Those waves would lift me over all.

Though trials and troubles I might face
I’m in Your heart through all Your Grace
No matter where I find myself
Your tide of love will be my help.

You are not silent, cold, or still
Your will is done through all life’s ill
I feel Your strength on every wave
Your endless love; Your power to save

It carries me from east to west
While I am resting on Your breast
When I have doubts I’m in Your will
You tell the ocean ‘Peace; be still’.

Then quiet waters whisper ‘Peace’
The restless waves their motions cease
You simply sweep me off my feet
In You I know my life’s complete.

Wyn Barratt.

Aug 2011.

Lingering Memories.

2011-08-05T21:37:00.001-07:00

When memories stir and we dream of the past
The sorrow that lingers; love that never did last
The hot tears we shed; ‘if only!’ we sigh
The pain buried deep, while time slowly goes by.

One day is a lifetime with a thousand to come
Each one like the last and still more to run
The sky’s blue has faded; the sunlight is weak
Summer’s heat has been raided by the tears we weep.

Will the sun rise tomorrow or will it stay hid
In a blanket of sorrow and wait till it’s bid
To shine forth once more as our hope is restored
By the love of the Father and our tender Lord?

Wyn Barratt.
Aug 2011.

2011-08-01T19:22:00.000-07:00

At last my book (one copy) arrived. It is exciting to get my hands on it after three years of writing the poems that have gone into it.

My wish is that readers will be blessed and encouraged to pour out their love to God as He poured out the life of His Son Jesus Christ for us.

Walk On The Chaos

2011-07-27T13:45:00.000-07:00

Walk on the chaos of my life
No need to calm the waves
You, Lord, have charge of pain and strife
I know that Jesus saves.

No plan of Yours is a mistake
My obedience is the key
To the success or length of stress
Come, Lord, take charge of me.

And when the Harbour comes in sight
Loved ones have lined the shore
I’ll hear You whisper “Well done, my child
Come Home, and roam no more.”

©2011 Wyn Barratt.

Seventy People.

2011-07-26T16:04:00.000-07:00

Seventy people went down to Egypt
Seventy in the hands of the Lord
There they multiplied, prospered and lingered
Until God’s purpose had won over all.

Do you fear the Kings of your Egypt?
Do you despair of becoming strong?
God has promised a hope and a future
You will succeed if to Him you belong.

Seventy persons went down to Egypt
Seventy in the hands of the Lord
Living and learning, prospering, working
Mightily blessed in the hands of the Lord.

How many souls came out from Egypt?
How many souls in the hands of the Lord?
Hundreds of thousands came out in triumph
Mightily blessed in the hands of the Lord. (Deuteronomy 10.)

©2011 Wyn Barratt.

Lord, Your Spirit Reigns.

2011-07-25T18:48:00.000-07:00

Lord, Your Spirit reigns within; You are my Rock, my Tower, my Light
No trial or trauma can remove Your presence, day or night.
Why do I fret and worry so when You are God of all?
Your purposes will be worked out however dark this pall.

Behind the clouds, beyond the storm the sun is shining still
So hear my song dear God of Love for I will love You still.
Your faithfulness a shining light that pierces all the gloom
Your Word is sure and can’t be moved, You are here inside my room.

How blessed we are that You are here and with us every day
Nothing can ever change Your love, You’ll never walk away.
But if we wander from Your side Your sorrow matches ours
We move with sin, neglect, or pride, lost moments become lost hours.

You gave Your life and still pour out a love as red as blood
Each drop is wrung out from Your Heart, You wish us only good.
So why is it so hard to trust, so hard to rest in You?
Again our pride comes into play we think that we should do

This thing, or that, we deem Your will; decisions, unwise, are made
Not resting but restlessness the line on which our life is laid.
So help us Lord to look to You for every breath and step
To take instructions from Your Word then trust Your guidance yet.

©2011 Wyn Barratt.

Walking Through Life.

2011-07-25T15:02:00.000-07:00

Will you walk with me, beloved, through the springtime of our life
While our love is young and everything is green?
Will you hold my hand and vow with me that there will be no strife
While we look around at this glorious scene?.

Will you walk with me, beloved, through the summer of our life
When new hopes and plans for prosperity lie ahead
Our quiver full, as parents proud, of children fit and free
While we teach them where to look for Daily Bread.

Will you walk with me, beloved, through the autumn of our life
Now the children all have flown out from the nest
Our hopes and plans are all forgotten, and we are slowing down
Will you walk beside me even then?

Will you walk with me, beloved, through the winter of our life
When walking may be difficult at best
Just take my hand and we will walk down memory's lane instead
And watch our grandchildren play as we just rest.

If you should go to Glory first please look on me sometimes
I'll be the one that's walking home alone you see
But don't be sad for me because I'll be coming to Glory soon
And I'll be the young and pretty wife I used to be.

©2009.Wyn Barratt

Not Just A Mom.

2011-07-19T14:33:00.000-07:00

The call of duties every day is not the stuff of dreams
But walking on before the Lord is everything it seems
We take one faithful step at a time as we feel led to do
Or continue on our daily climb doing what we know You’d do.

The daily chores of family life as a loving, giving soul
Are the silken fabrics that surround those we know as our own
In turn, they will, when growth permits live out the same way too
Your way of care and gentleness, which they have learned from you.

So don’t despair that thrills may not be a frequent part of life
Just walk on with God and share His love; it’s a healing balm for strife
Walk on, don’t faint, your Lord is near beside you all the way
You’ll find the love you pour out now will return to you some day.

Wyn Barratt
July 2011.

A Smile.

2011-07-17T21:05:00.001-07:00

A smile always starts in the eyes of a child
It slips down their face till their lips open wide
If they chuckle the smile floats away on the breeze
And it lands on the face of someone passing, with ease.

That smile lingers on till they pass someone too
Perhaps it was you and you were feeling so blue
But now it has landed your heart felt it first
It was just as if you were dying of thirst.

For your lips have just parted as the smile slipped on down
You looked up to Heaven and saw a bright crown
The angels had made it to fit that little child
As a thank you for sharing their wonderful smile.

Wyn Barratt.
July 2011.