Tired Of School?

I’m absolutely, definitely, tired of school today
I want to hear my teacher say a holiday’s on its way
I made a mess of lessons because I hadn’t been prepared.
I didn’t do my homework in case I seemed a ‘nerd’.

It’s not that I want to appear stupid all my life
Though that is what will happen if I’m a slacker and a pike
I want to be much smarter than that fellow on TV
I’m full of useless information if you ask me.

So now I have decided I will study very hard
And do all my homework, though I’ll still play in the yard.
One day you’ll see my name on a board upon a door
And you’ll know you’ve found someone who really knows it all.

©2009 Wyn Barratt.

Your Second Coming.

I lie in my bed and gaze up at the sky
I imagine I see Your dear Face.
I’m laying here waiting for Your second coming
How long do I have to wait?

You said to be ready, and so I am here
And watching for You from the skies
But I’m getting sleepy because I am tired
And I might just close my eyes.

So wake me dear Father if You should return
While I am fast asleep
Because in my heart I am ready and waiting
As Your commandments I’m trying to keep.

You are stroking my face with a soft little breeze
The clouds pass the moon, drifting by
When the sun wakes us up on this side of the world
The other half waves it goodbye.

So I lie on my bed and gaze up at You, Lord
I am ready, so come, get me now
I’m laying here waiting for Your second coming
I’m determined to see You, somehow.


©2009 Wyn Barratt.

Speak To Me.

Speak to me Lord, I want to speak about You
Sing to me Lord, as we walk through the land
Lead me Lord, so that I can follow
Guide me Lord, I want to hold Your hand.

Give me hope to look forward to my future
Extend to me Your Joy to fill my heart anew
Offer me Your mercy when I disappoint You
And Your power to stop disappointing You.

I want to show my gratitude for all You do for me
Accept my adoration for all Your earthly pain
I want to return to You the love You showered on me
So, Holy Spirit pour on me Your cleansing rain.

2009 Wyn Barratt.
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My Gyroscope.

Lord, You are my Gyroscope
You help me stay afloat
Through stormy seas.

You would have me rejoice
And raise up my voice
To You in praise.

The waves now are so high
I know that You are nigh
Let me see You Lord.

You are saying ‘Peace be still’
This surely is Your will
I will rest in You.

I accept all at Your hand
It is just what You had planned
So I yield to You.

©2009 Wyn Barratt

Now We’re Alone.

Now we’re alone we can share secrets
Now we’re alone confide in me
You are my Lord, I’m here to worship
Please touch my soul, Lord please bless me.

Now we’re alone I lay my burdens
Down at Your feet and then I am free
Free to obey without restrictions
You took my burdens and gave peace to me

Alone with You, then I can ponder
All of the things that came to be
So many blessings Lord I wonder
Why You should be so good to me.

All silence now we are in union
My sins confessed, Your mercy heals
Your touch again has come to strengthen
When we are alone Your love is revealed.

Never alone without Your presence
Always at home when You are near to me
Safe in Your arms I joy in the future
Never alone for You are with me.


©2009 Wyn Barratt.

What A God !

Do I forget when I get a problem
That my Father has dealt with many of them
Do the birds fly in a tizz because they forgot what day it is?
Or the best fat worms decided to hide?

Whatever the matter, don’t let your brains scatter
Just whisper a message to God
His angels are in line to fly to you in time
To reveal a solution from God.

You don’t need great elocution to pray for a solution
Just whisper, “Please help me, dear Lord.”
He hears what you are thinking and while you are still speaking
His rescue plan will be on the board.

It doesn’t take a commotion for God to set in motion
The way to help you cope with the mess you’re in
This battle may be with Satan who has already taken
Far more of your life than he should be in.

So tell Satan where to go and the God who loves you so
Will work things out and carry you through
Send the SOS and wait, God will never hesitate
The answers flying from Heaven just for you.

CALL ON GOD
WAIT ON GOD

WHAT A GOD!

©2009 Wyn Barratt.

Walking Through Life

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

Mother of the Groom.

Where did the days go? I lost my boy today.
Some woman came and took him right away.
She told me that she loved him, but then so did I
And I wanted the boy I knew to stay.
He was a cute and chubby baby, who loved to play
A ready laugh, and he liked to make me smile.

At school he’d once run home with his face all flushed with grief
Some little bug had died inside his sleeve.
He found it in a puddle and felt he’d rescued it
He had hidden it where his teacher couldn’t tell.
Now Mick is all grown up and he loves a sweet young girl
God chose them for each other, I’m sure of it.

They will walk in sweet communion
For God has blessed their union
And my son is now a man as all can tell.
But to me he’s still my baby
Whom I loved and prayed for daily
And I am still his Mom, so really, all is well.

Wyn Barratt
August 2009.

It’s The Beginning.

　
It’s the beginning of the start of this journey
I’ve finished with the last part of my life
This is the beginning of the beginning of my new life
And the end of all my sin and guilt and strife.

Jesus has washed me in His blood and really cleansed me
This is the beginning of my new life with Him
I’m so glad to have my guilt and sin disposed of.
I’m so glad to start a new life with Him.

Jesus and I are one and it’s now I realize
I have the best Friend there ever could be
I’m at the beginning of the start of my new life
It’s the end of the old destructive one I see.

Jesus and I will walk through this life together
I’ve been saved by the Son and I’m happy to be free
So Satan can crawl back into his dark old corner
I’m wise to him and his crafty tricks, you see.

Jesus and I can now walk on up to glory
I’ll never leave the One Who rescued me
He’s my very best Friend and there’s no other
Who can do what He has done for me.

Thank You Jesus You are the very best friend to me.
　

2009 Wyn Barratt.

Walk With Me, Lord.

Walk with me Lord, the way is dark just lately
Walk with me Lord, my eyes are growing dim
Stretch out Your hand so I can know you’re near me
Then walk with me till heavens’ safety I win.

Talk with me, Lord, till I understand whys and wherefores
Talk with me, Lord, it’s lonely down here
Tell me You love me, ten more times may do it
Speak to my heart and keep me from all fear.

Look at me, Lord, and see how much I need You
Open my eyes so I can see Your heart
My eyes are dim and sore with all earth’s gravel
Clear Thou my vision till I see Your heart.

©2009. Wyn Barratt.

The Hands Of God.

The hands that spread the stars in space
Then gave them each a name
That placed the moon upon its path
And set the sun ablaze.

These are the hands that held a child
The hands that took the nails
That created the earth’s beauty
And strange creatures that amaze.

The clouds that seem spun with gossamer
The flowers of myriad hue
Are testimonies to the mind of God
And the hands that made us too.

Your hands have steadied old and young
The frail and insecure
Lifted up the broken soul,
Found food to give the poor

They counted out our every hair,
They measured up our days
Your hands are beautiful dear Lord
With the scars from cruel nails.


©2009 Wyn Barratt.

Were You Ever Lonely Lord?

Were You ever lonely Lord in spite of all those crowds
Is that why You would climb the hills that were sometimes topped with clouds?
So many people wanting You and expecting to receive
While the disciples You were training to help the ones in need

But You would miss Your Father and His loving encouragement
It was hard to be alone at times, I know just how that felt
The disparaging remarks of those gloomy Sadducees,
And the self righteousness of the Pharisees

You must have wondered if it was worth the supreme sacrifice
Even before You had to die and pay the ultimate price.
But You were faithful to Your cause, faithful unto death
Hanging silent on that cross until Your final breath

Then after Your resurrection when You finally went home
Your Father’s arms enfolded You as You sat upon Your throne.
Just because You suffered and knew loss and loneliness
You see those who are lonely are held close to Your breast.

Oh Lord may we remember that it is our task to see
The lonely, lost, and needy are important to Thee
So we’ll care for others as if we cared for You
Until one day when You return and there’s no more we can do.

©2009 Wyn Barratt.

The Peace of God.

Oh the joy of rest when a battle has been won
To rest within the arms of God when He whispers, ‘Child, well done’
When all the pain and struggle fades into half forgotten thought
And our God shows He is pleased at a brave battle fought.

There a peace in You, dear Saviour, You place in human hearts
Not devised or manufactured through any kind of art
It’s transmitted through the Spirit and comes down from above
A gift from God alone, and it is wrapped inside His love.

God’s peace is like a velvet glove that caresses our mind
Or like a soft and gentle breeze that our spirit entwines
We start to feel it when we kneel beside the Mercy Seat
Or when we contemplate Salvation, that makes our lives complete.

We need to carry that peace always deep within our heart
It will shield us from harm when another battle starts
It is the strand of silk that clings firmly around our heart
And binds us to the Saviour so we can never part.


©2009. Wyn Barratt.

There’s A River

There’s a river that’s flowing, a river of love
It comes from the heart of the Father above
Although we may feel that we’re all alone
This river will carry us up to the throne

A throne of all mercy with judgment and truth
The blood of our Saviour has been shed for you
Surrender your heart and your troubles and pain
And feel the arms of the Lord put around you again.

There’s a place of still water God wants you to know
He’ll walk there beside you as closer you grow
There’ll be pastures of green and a table that’s laid
With provisions to strengthen, nourish and aid.

There’s nothing but joy and hope up ahead
Your Lord will feed you with His living Bread
Your trials and struggles are part of His plans
He holds you for ever in His gentle hands.

W.B. July 2009.

Silence.

Is today a day of silence
No special uplift from God’s Word?
Do you feel that God is missing
Perhaps with someone who more deserves?

This is when the Lord is nearest
Standing with you, friend with friend
You know He said He’d never leave you
He’s close by now right to the end.

This is when your faith is tested
Standing on the brink of what?
Perhaps God thinks it’s time you rested
No worry then, ‘Shall I?’’ Shall I not?’

Just enjoy the cool still waters
And the quiet of pastures green
His plans for you are continually forming
Even though they are not seen.


W.B. July 2009.

Thank You, Lord

Thank You for a new day, thank You for Your love
Thank You for sending Jesus from His glorious home above
Thank You for Salvation and the cleansing precious Blood
Thank You Lord, for finding me when I was hiding from Your love.

Words are never good enough to tell of Your majesty
Your beauty and Your mercy, Your forgiveness, full and free
No spoken word or language could express how I feel
Though angel hosts in heaven can Your glory reveal.

But one day when You call me home my gratitude I’ll tell
In the language of heaven ,as I’ll learn to know it well.
But while I’m here down on the earth my heart will have to do
I know the Holy Spirit will pass it on to You.

He speaks to You with groanings that I cannot pen with words
Telling how I love You, Lord, in this, Your other world.
For all creation worships the Creator of all things
From creatures underneath the sea to those You made with wings.

The stones cry out in worship, nothing could silence them
So why do we stay silent? Is Your death forgotten then?
I call on all who claim to be the children of the King
Fall on your knees and worship our glorious King of Kings.

W.B. July 2009.

I'm Dancing.

Lord I am dancing down the highway of Your kingdom
You came to rescue me and now there’s music in my heart
So now I am dancing to the music You are sending
You set my feet dancing when You stepped into my heart.

Lord, I knew I needed You, so I found where You were passing
I’m too small to see, so I climbed up in a tree
That tree was a Sycamore but I was really sicko’me
Yet You saw me Lord and said You’d visit me.

Chorus
Now, Lord, I’m dancing down the highway of Your kingdom
You came to rescue me and now there’s music in my heart
And so I am dancing to the music You are sending
You set my feet dancing when You stepped into my heart.

Once I was lost and I needed You to find me
I never heard the music You were singing to me
But now I can dance to the music You are singing
As You guide me through the pathways to Your heart.


W.B. July 2009.

My Winter Of Content.

The nights draw in and the days are cold. I huddle by the fire.
Somehow I have time to ponder and browse through old, feverish times.
I sit and am drawn towards the fire with its hot golden flames
Like the fire from God’s alter. I hope it burns my dross again.

The fire dies and the cold moves in. Now God just sits with me
Sometimes completely silent, sometimes setting thoughts free.
I move towards the worship of a God so great, so kind
His loving words taking shape in the corners of my mind.

I don’t feel this way in summer. It’s not a pondering time for me
But in the dark, cold, wintry days, there’s more time for God you see.
When I huddle over the fire, there are no thoughts of chores or plans
No daydreaming as in summer days, of work to fill my hands.

Just warmth and dark and cold around and I can sit and hide
While God and I can visit. He is so close right by my side
I am content with pondering and the worship of my Lord
And all the while my spirit heals and is drawn closer by His love.


W.B.. July 2009.

Keep Your Eye On Me Father.

Keep Your eye on me Father
You promised You’d always be near
I’m afraid I may slip right out of Your sight
My trouble seems always so near.

So keep Your eye on me Father
24/7 and more
I want You to watch me closely
In case I leave You at the door.

I don’t want to be a rebel
I’ve spent most of my life like that
Now You’ve won my heart, I’m Your servant
No more wandering from You, that’s a fact.

You watched for me when I left You
Why did you care so much for me?
You knew I’d be lost without You
Now I’ve returned, but yet I am free.

I am free to leave You dear Saviour
But I love You too much to go
So keep Your eye on me Father
My eyes are on You , yes, You know.


W.B.. July 2009.

You Are my Righteousness.

O Holy Father, You are my righteousness
What a huge task You have
My humanity presents You with crumbling walls
When a tower of strength You would love.

In Christ alone am I righteous
I plead the precious blood
His sacrifice is needed to show me
As righteous to You Lord above.

Your power within me, Your Spirit I crave
My spirit starves to death without You
Cleanse me, fill me, build me up
Your love alone keeps me true.

I want to serve You precious Lord
And walk with You faithfully
Your goodness and mercy is never withdrawn
So thank You for loving me.


W.B. July 2009.

Our Prayers

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Lord, we bring our prayers to You
And know You understand
The things we long have prayed for
Are in Your gentle hands.

Our future still is yet unknown
And we would have it so
Sufficient is our care today
As step by step we go.

Nothing that we suffer
Has not been felt by You
And yet You’ll face it all again
To help us travel through.

Our pain is Your pain
Our longings touch Your heart
So Jesus, fold us in Your arms
And in obedience we’ll do our part.


W. B. July 2009

Looking Back, Looking Up, Looking Round.

When I look back Lord, look back on my life
I see how You led me in love
All of my failings, mistakes and wrongdoings
Are wiped from Your records above.

So when I look up and my eyes are on You
I don’t need to stumble again
For You are my Saviour and I long to please You
As long as my life will remain.

I see Your hand on every part of my life
And I trust You for all that is left
Tomorrow is wrapped in Your shelter of love
I know in that love I’ll be kept.

I can now look around since I’m safe and secure
And see all the work I can do
To care for Your loved ones wherever they are
Show them love, fill their needs, as You’d do.

So I can look back, and up, and around
I see You in every place
Wherever You lead me Your love will abound
I am safe in Your Mercy and Grace.

W.B. July 2009.

Call Me.

When you are in deep despair
Call on Me for I am there
When your hope is all but gone
I stand beside you, God’s own Son.

Are you bowed with sorrow’s care?
Just whisper to Me, I’m always there
Lay all your burdens at My feet
Look up! I am at the Mercy Seat.

Dear child please know I weep with you
I smile when you smile, I watch what you do
I gave you my life and I hope to share yours
Come up to the Throne room this fellowship is ours.


W.B. July 2009

All Of Grace

If I have done Your will today
It’s all of Grace and none of me.
The robe of righteousness you gave
Shields me from sin, yet I am free.

Free to choose whom I will obey
Free to follow, yet free to sin.
Oh, precious Lord, keep my love strong
Your Spirit cleanses and I hold You within.

Lord I choose life and I choose You
I know the things that I should do
You are my guide, my reason to live
My eyes turned to You, Lord, I’m ready for You.

Ready to take the next step in faith
Ready to receive more of Your Grace
I have all Your armour, I’m willing and strong
My eyes are on You Lord, I look full in Your face.


W.B. June 2009.

I Wish I Could Fly.

I wish I could fly through the sky.
Why?
Because it’s blue
And there’s nothing to do.

I’d fly around
My eyesight would be sound
I could see the ground
And you!

I’d fly to the ‘Land of eternal spring’
That has a certain ring
I don’t like the cold, I wouldn’t grow old
Well, why am I waiting?

Did you call? Please don’t!
I’m in the land of irresponsibility
I don’t want you to tell me
I’m just being silly.

I’m flying free
And there’s no-one but me
And I’m not coming back
Till I’m ready.


W.B. June 2009.

I’m Stepping Forward.

I’m stepping forward, in the love of God
He’s the centre of my world, as it should be
I am holding the key to His supplies for me
Won’t you join me on my pilgrimage to God?

There are clouds in the sky and they will pass me by
I’m sheltered in the loving arms of God
No evil can harm me since Christ died upon the tree
Won’t you join me in my worship of our God?

The world may still be turning but soon it will be stopped
The clock is close to midnight, don’t you see?
It’s two thousand years since my Saviour died for me
It’s time for your salvation. Let it be.

I’m not travelling alone since Christ will lead me home
But I’d really love to have your company
We would really be strong and could right so many wrongs
When were travelling together, don’t you see?


W.B. June 2009.

The Prayers of the Saints.

The prayers of the saints pave a pathway to God
Whether chanted in churches, whispered, or thought
They rise like clouds of incense floating up above
Wrapping those we pray for in a shelter of love.

Our praises to You, Lord, and the whole Trinity
Are just echoes of the worship we long to give Thee
All over the world and at every hour
Petitions and praise building up like a tower.

Our prayers are absorbed in the walls of a church
Or in a humble room where we kneel down to search
For words prayed with wisdom, Your promises claimed
Or just a plea, ‘God bless my friend’ with the love that contains.


W.B. June 2009.

My Tomorrows.

Lord, I’m not looking forward at tomorrow
I’m just holding out my arms to You today
It’s quite enough for me to take the next step that I see
Just be a lamp down at my feet I pray.

Now, one more step. I wonder what will today bring?
I am trying not to dread what lies ahead
I know Your love for me is all I need to see
In trust I’ll go everywhere I’m led.

Just hold me Lord, and I won’t worry about tomorrow
Lead me Lord and I’ll trust in Your strength today
I’ll fix my eyes upon You, my Saviour, only
Then my tomorrow will be just one little day.

W.B. June 2009.

Without You.

I wouldn’t want to live if there were no Saviour
I wouldn’t want to live if there were no God
How would I live my life without the hope I have in You
You’ve been with me every single step I trod.

Chorus.
Without You, my life is over
Without You, it is the end
The end of all my hopes and dreams of Glory
The end of love and friendship my Dear Friend.

Without a Saviour, why would the sun even shine?
Without my glorifying Lord who would need rain?
Without Your Holy Spirit’s power to sustain me
Or Your precious blood to make me whole again.

Without You, there’ll be no joy in my tomorrows
Without You this long , long day will never end
But now You’ve come to walk with me through those tomorrows
It’s the start of love and friendship, my Dear Friend.

Chorus
I want to live, because You love me
I want to live, because You died
I want to glorify You Lord, and do all You ask of me
Dear Jesus You are always at my side.
Yes, Jesus, You are always at my side.


Only with You there is life, love, and hope, Lord.


W.B. June 2009.

Carers’ Creed.

Do you ever feel the mundane tasks
Are a burden now to you?
Their ‘dailyness’ gives you no break
And some are distasteful too?

Just look at them as ‘washing feet’
A task our Lord performed
The lowliest work of servanthood
Is where character is formed.

If God himself could kneel and wash
Our soiled and filthy feet
To show love and humility
To those He came to meet.

What honour then for us to do
That sacrificial thing
Then all our mundane daily tasks
Are done for God, our king.



W.B. June 2009.

My Journey.

My Journey.

I have been told that I ‘wear everything on my sleeve’, and that my poetry reveals whether I have had a good day or a bad day.

That is true.
King David showed the same things in his Psalms, which also happens to be my favourite book in the Bible.

My poems for the most part, are my cries to God, my Saviour, my Friend.
I wanted to share everything with you, my friends, and fellow travellers on the road to Glory.

You will learn my feelings, my regrets, my longings and my pleas and praise to my Heavenly Father.
I would like to add also, my successes and triumphs, but they are very few, sadly.

I am a slow learner, too impulsive, and as a friend so succinctly put it, inclined to fire a gun and try to chase the bullets!

Don’t emulate me! Learn from my mistakes! Please!

In exposing my innermost thoughts and feelings it is because I have been led to share my journey with you in the hope that you will escape the pits into which I have fallen too many times, and that you may find help and encouragement too.

Psalm 27.v.4 ‘I pray that you too will be blessed as you inquire in His Temple.’



W.B. June 1 2009

Were You There?

Were you standing near the Cross when my Saviour died
Did you see the stone rolled away from the grave
Did you follow the Christ down the dusty road
Until He said to tell the others he was alive?

Will you follow Jesus wherever He goes
If He walks the desert or mountain road
If He crosses rivers or walks on mighty waves
Will you stand with Him when He stands alone ?

He maybe going hungry, or be tired or sad
When He seeks the needy and the lost
Will you join Him there as he holds out His arms
Will you stand by Him whatever the cost?

God’s beloved Son always stood by us
Whatever pain and torture He endured
He never turns away, never lets us down
He stands with us . Are we loyal and sure?



W.B. May 2009.

My Humanity.

Oh God, take away the pain of my humanity
Remove from me my propensity to sin
Raise me from the depths of my depression
Have mercy on the state that I am in.

You only can place within me Holy Fire
You only can burn out the dross within
Dear Saviour hear my pleas and my desire
Without Your blood how will my life begin?

My trust in You will replace my fears and distrust
Of everything that’s good You brought to me
Holy Spirit send Your cleansing fire
Right now oh God, please set me free.

I have no need to stand and shiver
On the brink of every shiny brand new day
In fear of what might happen if I weaken
When because of impulse I throw my victory away.

Your victory is there to give me power
To fight my demons and to always win
Your resurrection power is mine this very hour
I’m free to fly with You, so let’s begin.


W.B. May 2009.

I Cannot Tell.

I cannot tell why a Holy God should love me
Or why He should choose me as his precious child
Or why Jesus died for me while watched by others
Who would look upon God’s Son and just deride.

But I can tell you all that Jesus loves you
And that He died to save and set you free
Please see that sin and doubt will end your future
Of eternity with Him, whose love you see.

I cannot say why His creations are so beautiful
And you are one of His creations too
But this I know, He made you because He loves you
And with His salvation your life will be made new.

So please choose life and walk with God in glory
And tread this earth with all He made for you
God’s family now will welcome and surround you
The Holy Spirit within to guide you through.

Have faith in God, He is your Heavenly Father
Untold adventures may attend your day
Or yet, a quiet walk beside still waters,
Whatever path, He holds you all the way.


W.B. May 2009

Let Me Look.

Let me look into Your eyes when I feel anger
Let me look into Your heart when I feel pain
Let me stand beneath the cross when all around is loss
Let me touch Your side and hands that hold the nails.

Help me staunch the tears that fall for my own sorrows
Help me turn my back on my own selfish needs
There are those who suffer loss, I need to show the cross
And care for ones whose troubles no one heeds.

Your lost sheep are scattered everywhere, dear Saviour
Among my family, friends, and those I’ve yet to meet
Lord, hear my prayer that they will hunger and not be satisfied
Till they see the cross and kneel Lord, at Your feet.



W.B. May 2009.

In Honour Of You, My Lord.

Everywhere I look, Lord
I see a sign of You
In clouds and rain and sunshine
In everything You do.

The birds sing out their praises
As soon as the dawn breaks
And my heart leaps in response, Lord
And follows in their wake.

Another day, and other chance
To prove my love for You
Whatever then may happen
Is a gift or test to do.

Oh Saviour You’re my teacher
I’m learning at Your feet
It’s only then I realize
The good you wish for me.

I’m surrounded by Your loving gifts
From earth and sky and sea
At every turn You hold out more
Your gifts of love for me.

Lord, I can never, never match
Your mercy love and care
If I could live ten thousand years
My offerings would still be bare.

But You only ask of me
To love, trust and obey
So I surrender up my will
From this moment and every day.



W.B May 2009

To Be Alone.

Would that I could stand upon a lonely hill
And by the gentlest zephyr be caressed
My eyes closed to heighten the sense of other things
Then breathe the fragrance from the trees at rest.

If you were to stand there quietly with me
Not speaking, but a kindred spirit there
Would we both hear music carried on the breeze?
And think beautiful thoughts without a care?

Your presence would direct all my thoughts to you
And my spirit would no longer be free
So goodbye my dear companion I need to be alone
So my spirit may fly oh God to Thee.

W.B. March 2009

The Winter Of My Soul

Lord, I’m coming out of a deep black hole
It seemed to be the winter of my soul
The trials and the coldness that I felt
Just chilled my heart till I crept into my shell.

I shut You out too while I shut out the world
My pain inside as by myself I curled
But You opened up my shell when Your blood flowed in
I heard you say,.’ I’ll forgive you if you confess your sin’.

‘Come to Me dear child and I will lead you out
Tell your Heavenly Father what all this is about.
You not only hurt yourself, but You hurt Me too
Come to Me and I’ll show you what I can do.’

Chorus
Yes, take me by the hand Lord lead me out into the light
Into the warmth of Your great love where all is clear and bright.
No need to hide or shiver, His hand’s outstretched to guide
Just hold on to the Saviour, He’ll always be your guide.


W.B. May 2009.
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Another Storm.

There are storm clouds building up
On my horizon once again
Already I hear thunder
And feel spots of heavy rain.

Can I survive the turmoil
From any more pain and strife?
Oh Lord, be Thou my Shepherd
And the Guardian of my life.

Oh save me Father, shelter me
My boat is rocking once again
Please call to calm the coming storm
And whisper, “This is My rain.’.

Oh Holy Spirit rain on me
And keep me through the storm
My boat is filling up again
Please shelter me from harm.

Where are the green pastures?
Where is the water still?
Where is the table spread for me?
Where is the peace my soul to fill?

Oh shelter me dear Saviour
My boat is sinking fast
Without Your love and mercy
I know my strength won’t last.


W.B. May 2009.

It’s Me, Jamie.

Hello, everyone, it’s me, Jamie.
I’m bored and I wanted to write
I’ve nothing to say, but I’ll try anyway
But I promise I won’t give you a fright.

I give them to my little sister
Because she‘s a pain in the neck
My Mom tells me off and my Dad just smiles
So I scare her and say, ‘what the heck!’

My sister’s name is Betty
I call her Betty Blue
She always looks sad, even when I’m not bad
Perhaps she wonders just what I will do.

She’s pretty, and that just annoys me
‘Cos she looks in the mirror, and such.
I think that’s the problem with being a girl
They care what they look like too much.

I wonder if God loves girls
As much as I know He loves boys
He was raised by a carpenter that’s how I know
He would really enjoy ‘boys toys’.

So when I grow up I will make things
That I know will make Jesus proud
I may even make something for poor Betty Blue
And I know she would show it around.


W.B. May 2009.

What Color ?

What color do I paint my life
When You should yield the brush?
You laid Your plans yet all my days
Go by in such a rush.

I dabble here and dabble there
No God-given plans are mine
Whatever seems a good idea
I think will then be fine.

No wonder then I don’t mature
Or see your colors in my life
Lord, take Your brush, I’m in no rush
Just color Jesus clear and bright.

Then all my days are Yours to guide
Send me where’ ere You will
Each day is one you have supplied
Color me with Jesus, I will be still.




W.B. May 2009.

Same Old, Same Old.

Do we wake in the morning to the ‘same old, same old’
And think nothing changes for us?
The grass to be mowed, the chores to be done
And problems keep on coming up?

Take ‘time out’ and listen for the still small voice
It’s only a whisper, I know
But when God whispers the things you should do
That’s the time we’ll begin to grow.

We may feel all alone in our struggles and strife
Like Elijah when he hid in a cave
But God had seven thousand faithful ones
Left behind when Elijah escaped.

We are covered by prayer from God’s faithful
Who raise our name every day
We must not forget to hold them up too
Prayer strengthens us all on our way.

We are a family, the family of God
We’re all one hidden under the Blood
Whatever we look like, our heart should be one
To love God, each other, and do good.


W.B. May 2009.

MY REASON TO ‘BE’.

I stand on the edge of darkness, shadows reaching out with long waving arms trying to pull me forward into a black abyss.
I want to let go and be carried by whatever force is out there. This is the only way I can be absolved from the responsibility of my plans, my actions, my weaknesses.
Where will I be taken if I yield? It won’t be on the wings of heaven or in the strong arms of a raging torrent. I will be tossed hither and thither, no progress, no purpose. I will just be at the mercy of dark formless beings with an agenda of differing plans but with the one goal of dragging me down to Hell and keeping me out of the reach of redeeming Grace, and the sunlight and the warmth of God’s love.

I feel the warmth and brightness of something wonderful around my shoulders. I struggle to turn and face this brightness, and in doing so, turn my back on the hungry black pit which is trying to claim me for its own.
I face the light. I cannot see the source. I feel the warmth soaking into my skin.
My eyes close, but I am no longer on the edge of blackness but at an entrance to light.
Somehow I know that if I step out into this light, this warm, this inestimable brightness, that the ground will not fall away beneath my feet. I will stand on solid rock, warm arms will enfold me.
I hear a deep whisper, “ Come, my child, take the first step and I will be with you for the rest”.

I recognize the voice of God, the steady grip of His hand on mine, and know for a surety that though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil’.

God is my life, my absolution, my purpose, and my ultimate reason to ‘be’, and He walks beside me all the way.

W.B. April 2009.

Unchangeable.

“Our feelings may fluctuate but He is unchangeable.’ Paul Van Gorder.

O what a joy Lord that You are so dependable
No shadow of turning, no changing of mind
Our feelings may fluctuate but You are unchangeable
O what security in You Lord I find.

Your plans were fixed since before our creation
With our disobedience we may trail far behind
All that Your love and Your mercy would grant us
The manifold blessings and love-gifts sublime.

Lord, I would be all loving and giving
Living each day as You would have me to do
When I can’t see You I still need to show You
Someone out there needs to know Your love too.


W.B. April 2009

The Sun Is Setting.

The sun is setting fast Lord
Today will soon be spent
We are here to do Your will Lord
Wherever we are sent.

Your Will be done dear Father
The time is growing short
There’s so much need in every field
Are we doing what we ought?

Do we feed the hungry,
Do we clothe the poor
Do we spread salvation
Across every shore?

You have set us tasks Lord
We’re Your hands and feet
Just a smile can lift a heart
Till our God they meet.

So don’t fret about your problems
God knows about your needs
Just let the love of God flow through
A vessel clean and sweet.

W.B. May 2009.

Boundless Love.

What boundless love created
The sweetly perfumed flowers
The myriad moving creatures
In this great world of ours

But how much more amazing
Is Your great love for me
Such a sinful, willful creature
What mercy do I see!

O Father I am covered
By the ocean of Your love
Let the waves keep rolling over me
Let me drown within Your love.

No trials then can snatch me
And grief will drift away
I’m floating on Your sea of love
And I see heaven too that way.


W.B. May 2009.

An Ornament.

Lord, give me a meek and quiet spirit
An ornament to Your Grace
A soul that rests within its Lord
Always looking in Your face.

The things of earth just shadows
That are tools You use for me
To learn and work in obedience
Not fretting for what cannot be.

I want to be a vessel
Through which Your love is poured
The more it flows the more will come
Till Your love is spread abroad.

The world around is hungering
For the Salvation You offer, Lord
I have received and must display
The invisible Love of God.


W.B. May 2009.

I Wish.

I wish I was made up of bright blue sky
I could feel the clouds scurrying by
When it rained it would pour down inside of me
I’d be fresh and as clean as I can be.

I’d never do wrong because I’d have no brain
My brother says, “Then there’d be no change!”
Why do brothers get such joy out of taunting and teasing
They don’t notice me unless I displease them.

When I walked I’d be light, as I bounced off a cloud
I’d follow the sun so no bedtime’s allowed
No school and no homework, no boring old chores
I’d never feel tired…Oh, and I’d like to be tall.

I’m only quite small and a little too fat
I’ve always hated to look like that.
If I manage to change and be made of blue sky
Please glance through your window as I move by

I wouldn’t be stopping or keep you awake
If I catch you snoring I’ll give you a shake.
You need never miss me, I’d be always around
Have you seen the horizon? The sky touches the ground.

That will be me, so wherever you look
I won’t be knitting or reading a book
I’ll up in the sky chasing the clouds
And hear sighs of joy from the watching crowds.


W. B April 2009.

From My Heart.

I want to pour out words of adoration
Just as they tumble from my heart
But then I also want to write the best
The most perfect work of art.

For only the best of my language
Should be used to describe You
You are my wonderful Heavenly Father
Perfect in all You say and do.

No words on earth could describe You
Your majesty and yet Your love
You are fearsome, mighty and Holy
The great Creator from above.

Dare I speak to You as to a friend
With my heart in every word?
Or is it alright when full of awe
All I can whisper is, “Oh, my Lord!’?

I’m so glad that the Holy Spirit
Speaks for me in wordless groans
That’s just how I’ve felt sometimes
As I wept before Your throne.

So God, You made me and know me
In every single part
And when I kneel to pray You don’t evaluate
My words, but You listen to my heart.

W.B. April 2009.

A WOMAN’S WEEK

MONDAY.

Monday’s a great day. A week of new starts
Washing and housework, and the family depart
To earn their own living, or learning at school
While I have a ‘Nanny Nap’ with my feet on a stool.

TUESDAY

Tuesday’s a great day. No washing to do
Just a little mending and ironing , that’s true.
Family out, then there’s exercise class
Keeping me fit till they put me out to grass.

WEDNESDAY

Well, the week is half over, and what have I done?
Not much, by the look of things. I have to run
Shopping to do and meals to prepare
It’s pizzas tomorrow night, I’m glad to declare.

THURSDAY

Well, I just love Thursday. The shops open late
We can skip a cooked meal and eat Pizzas (no plates)
Catalogue bargains will tempt me to browse
How much more junk can I cram in the house?

FRIDAY

Hurrah, it is Friday. The week’s nearly over
No homework, or marking, we are all in clover.
What shall we do now the weekend is near?
Stay outdoors, enjoy nature? Oh, it’s pouring down here.

SATURDAY.

Fun day, picnics, play sports, or a run
Using up energy stored for so long
Shopping for groceries new shoes for the kids
May write up my journal or start a new list.

SUNDAY.

Sunday is God’s day, but all of the week
Should be God’s days as His will we seek
Today is our rest day and our listening time
While I learn and remember that Jesus is mine. W.B. March 2009

Child of the King.

Mom told me Jesus died for me and that He’s back in heaven
She says He’ll always hold my hand now that I’ve been forgiven
I said the sinner’s prayer you see. I know I needed that
But how can Jesus hold my hand when heaven’s where He’s at?

If You can reach me with Your hand Your arms must be so long
They could wrap around me many times then I’m safe where I belong.
It’s really so confusing, and another thing bothers me
I know I still sin sometimes, What a mess I can be!

I know how much You love me, because You died for me
And I love You Lord Jesus and one day You will see
That I’ve grown up into a man that can do anything
And when I have a family I’ll tell them of my King

I want You to promise me they’ll belong to You
am so proud to be Your child, there’s nothing I won’t do
And with Your help, Lord Jesus right by Your side I’ll stick
Dad gave me Your instruction book, The Bible, Wow it’s thick.

I’ll never read through all of it what with homework too I’m set
Mom says to read a little at a time so I’ll be a student yet.
So here I am Your new recruit, what should I do today?
I’d best get dressed and eat breakfast; it’s just another school day.

W.B. March 2009

Three Stark Crosses.

There are three stark crosses on a lonely hill
The sun casts a shadow of grey
God’s precious Son hung on the centre one
The sun didn’t shine that day.

The sky was black when God’s only Son died
The veil of the temple was torn
From the top to the bottom, so only God
Could have ripped it down to the floor.

How could You let Your only Son die
Just for sinful ungrateful man?
What have we done to deserve such a great love
Such a sacrifice and short life span.

My God, my God,! Jesus cried out that day
Now we make the same cry too
My God please forgive me, wash my sins away
I want to be worthy of You.

Lord, I pledge You my life, my heart and my dreams
That’s all I can offer to You
Please take me and use me for I want to be
A servant who is worthy of You.

Make me a servant who is worthy of You.

W.B. March 2009.

Carer’s Comfort.

I won’t tell you tomorrow will be better
If it’s not you will feel let down
But I’ll tell you it will be different
God will move things around.

Things may be easier tomorrow
Or your faith may be stretched out
But it always will be different
Don’t whinge or cry or shout

He’s making a saint of you
And not a martyr here
He’ll give you strength for each new day
Just lean on Him, He’s near.

W.B. Feb 2009.

The Wind.

Did you ask God to bless me today?
Do you know what He sent my way?
A big blustery wind with cooling air
That ruffled my clothes and my hair

Did you know that I just love the wind?
We don’t get them much up here
It’s exciting, it’s thrilling and everything good
I’m standing quite still so I’ll hear.

It’s fun to imagine what God
Could be doing to make the wind blow
I wonder if He’s standing in His living room
Having angels to fly to and fro’.

I hope the wind blows for hours
And I’m glad I don’t get in the way
It’s the very best blessing for such a long time
It really has made my day.

W.B. Feb 2009.

Can You hear if I whisper?

Can You hear if I whisper Jesus?
I don’t want my parents to know
What I tell you is just our secret
And nobody else must know.

You know that when I broke that window
And I said it wasn’t me?
I let my friend Josh take the blame.
And he didn’t tell on me.

Well, I still feel bad about it
And I know I must confess
I guess that You’re not happy and
My guilt is hard to suppress.

If I call Josh in the morning
Before we go to school
I can tell Mum and Dad at breakfast,
Then punishment. That’s cool!

So you only have to keep quiet
Till I’ve been to bed one time
Thank you for my best friend Josh
I hope the punishment fits the crime!


W.B. Feb 2009.

Mary, Mother of God.

May I write about Your Mother, Lord? The blessed woman You chose to use
To give birth to the Son of God from when the world was new
She must have been so pure and free from many mortal sins
Yet only You were spotless. I can’t grasp the outs and ins

What honour hers to nurture You, Her Holy Son sublime
To cradle You within her arms. I wished that honour mine
She cherished You throughout Your life. It’s every mother’s joy
Wept with Your sorrows, laughed with Your joy. You were her little boy

And even when You were grown up and left the family home
It seemed she followed even then wherever You had roamed
I understand that mother love, I tend to do that too
I hold on to my’ little boys’ I’m loathe to lose them too

She was the perfect Mother and knew when to let go
As You were on Your Father’s business, although she loved You so..
She saw her Child reproached and scorned Your beatings she observed
She had to watch it happen, knowing it was not deserved.

God had revealed Your destiny that anguish was her own
She knelt beside that cruel cross till her own dear Son went home
How quickly did she find You when You rose again?
Yet still she could not hold You till You came to earth again.

Her waiting time is over, Mother Mary is with You
Perhaps she’s in the Heavenly choir, and she would want that too
No lullaby is called for here, just worship for God’s Son.
She needed Your salvation just as other Mom’s have done.


W.B. Jan 2009.

Love Thy Neighbour

Did I see You Lord, kneeling beside that crying child, holding them in Your arms?
You were dressed as an old lady with shabby clothes, sheltering the child from harm.
Did I see You, Lord carrying a dog that had been hit by a car?
You looked like a young boy with a tear-stained face You carried that dog so far.

I saw You, as a neighbour, comfort a young wife standing distraught and alone
Her spouse had tired of making ends meet and had left their marital home.
You see a need and then send along a saint from down the street
So many people are hurting today and we are Your hands and Your feet.

W.B. Jan 2009.

I’m Your Man Lord

Help me to say all You would say and do what You would do
I want to be just like You as You would want me to.
There’s no one I admire more and when I’m all grown up
I want to be Your image, Lord, loving, kind, but tough

Too tough to take the ‘low road’, as my Dad says to me
To make the harder choices, for Your man I want to be
I’d still be kind and gentle to those who are in need.
As I remember, but for Your Grace I could be there indeed.

So I want to thank You, Jesus for ever choosing me
To be Your child and then Your man as You would have me be
So I will grow up beside You, I know You’ll hold my hand
And keep me close and teach me to be one of Your great band

For I won’t be alone, Lord, there are many others too
As soldiers of the Mighty King Your bidding always do.
Our tasks may differ slightly but we’ll still do Your work
We’ll raise the Cross and share Your love and no hard task shirk.

IRELAND.

Did the fragrant bogs of Ireland caress the feet of the Son of God?
As He led his new disciples along a path His feet had trod?
When His loving arms held closely those who’d never known His love
Did the warmth of Your salvation send them healing from above?

Did Christ climb on clouded hillsides and down misty country lanes?
Telling of His resurrection and the sacrifice He’d make?
What if we had never heard of the story of His Love?
Never known just how He had saved us when He left His home above

Thank you Lord that there were servants that took Your gospel to this land
That spread the news of Your Salvation and held out a loving hand.
May we all receive gladly Your Salvation full and free
Thank You for the news that Ireland knows Your love for eternity.

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W.B. Nov 2008

FRIENDS.

The love of friends is sent by God
Who else would want it so?
So when we’re lonely grieved, or sick
For comfort we can go

Not just to God who hears our prayers
But the angels he directs
These are the friends whose constant love
Surrounds us and reflects

The love of God and His sweet care
That sooths our troubled heart
Till tomorrow we’re renewed again
And can once more do our part.

w.b. Jan 2009

Special thanks to Marja.

The Carer.

Is there a path that I can walk entirely alone?
To wake each morning with the hope this day is just my own?
To feed each whim with everything that I would like to do
And just not care another’s there with needs and longings too.

No, that will never be, and I am blessed by that
For to wake and know you are alone, what blessing is in that?
We need another’s love and are honoured by that need
When we are doing God’s own work as our duties now we heed.

The time may come when we lose those that need us most
And then the days that have no claims may hover like a ghost.
Their empty places seen at every spot we look
And time once short now hangs unmoved on every empty hook.

W.B. Jan 2009

I Can Fly.

I can fly through the sky
I can sit on a cloud
I can slide down a rainbow or two
There’s no end to adventures
I know I can have
As I’ve got the imagination to do.

God gave me a brain
And I know I can gain
Such knowledge and skill as I grow
So I’ll learn to build homes
For the homeless I know
And grow food for the hungry ones too.

For those that have needs
Will also have dreams
And I want to help them find
That God loves them as much
As He loves all the rest
Of the people for whom He died.

We none of us have
All the stuff that we’d like
But we’re warm, and we’re sheltered, and fed
So how can we turn
And walk away from the sight
Of those who don’t have a bed?

God told us to care
For all those in need
And love them as we love ourselves
So that’s what I’ll do
Till I’m grown up like you
Then continue through all of my days.


W.B. JAN 2009.

Thank you for ME.

I just want to say thank you for loving me Lord
And I want to say thank you for ME!
I know it sounds strange to hear something like that
But I’m grateful that You let me BE.

If I hadn’t been born, just think what I’d missed
The world and the sky and the sea
The clouds and the animals, birds, and the rain,
The sun, and the fish in the sea.

You show me your beauty, Your love and Your care
You lead me when I can’t see
You cry when I cry, laugh when I laugh
A more wonderful Friend couldn’t be.

I’m here to thank You for letting me BE
You chose me and gave me a name
You knew me before both my parents were born
And you’ll take me to heaven from where I came.

Hold Out My Arms

Will there be time to say,” I love you” When the sky is rent with light?
Will there be time to cry,” God save me”! If He came back one quiet night?
The words we wish we had not said cannot be wiped away
But those that can and should be said are left until, ‘some day’.

If that day comes, and so does God, the instant is the same
‘Some day’ is now again too late, too late to call their name
Too late to say the things our heart had often longed to share
For fear of being thought too soft, if our emotion’s bared.

There is no doubt that God will come with trumpets loud and long
And call His chosen up to Him with others looking on.
What will we feel when swept aloft with loved ones left behind?
We loved them, but not quite enough to help them change their mind.

What urgent challenge did we present, their eternal life to gain
To urge them,” Soon it will be too late, you must be born again”.
Our loved ones then would fly with us away from earthly harm.
‘Go into all the world,’ You said, ‘Hold out to them my arms’.

Don’t hesitate because you’re weak or shy or don’t have charms
‘My Word will accomplish what I will, so go, hold out My arms.’
Let’s then be faithful to our call to share the love of God
In time we’ll hear ‘Well done my friend, come home to Me, your God.’

W.B. Dec 2008.

IF.

If I could draw I would draw You
Especially Your eyes,
Your hands that comforted a child,
Your feet that walked for miles

If I could paint I’d paint Your love
That saved someone like me
The love that went to Calvary
And died to set me free.

If I could sculpt, I’d sculpt Your arms
To wrap them round my heart
I’d make them strong as Yours are strong
Too strong to pull apart.

If I could live, I’d live for You
It’s all that I can do
I’ve not the talents some may love
But my heart is art to You..


W.B. Dec 2008

I'd Love To See Your Eyes.

I’d love to see Your eyes Lord
I love looking into eyes
I’d watch You look around You
And hope You’d glance at mine.

For eyes give out their secrets
Of all that is inside
The love and joy and purity
That no-one’s eyes can hide.

They are mirrors of the soul Lord
So many eyes I’ve seen
And loved the beauty that’s within
Reflections of their dreams,

It doesn’t seem to matter though
The colour of your eyes
If they are brown or hazel
Or blue or gray besides.

Your eyes are going to show out
The soul that is within
So if you gaze on Jesus
I’ll know when I look in.

W.B. Dec 2008

Looking Within.

I’m looking within
Will I find sin?
What state am I in?

Cleanse me Lord.

I’m looking without
At paths round about.
What is my route?

Lead me Lord.

Can I be still?
Rest in Your will?
Loving You still?

Bless me Lord.

Beauty of flowers
Brighten dull hours
Do they have powers?

Lift my heart Lord.

All You have sent
In love it was meant
I am content.

I am Yours Lord.

What Is Eternity Like?

What is eternity like, Lord?

Are the days any different or is everything just the same?

When I was a child I thought eternity was like a bathroom when the hot water had been running. Everything hidden in steam like on a mountain top when the clouds covered it. Nothing properly visible, just ghostly.

Now I think that eternity is an endless succession of days.
Nothing bad happens. Everyone is happy and kind.

You don’t get bored because you can do anything you want, but you only want to do what is pleasing to God, and that pleases you too.
I like to think there are babies to cuddle and children to read stories to.
Will the babies and the children grow up?

Now I have a problem. If they do, what happens when there are no more babies or children? I won’t like that very much, but why shouldn’t they be able to grow up? That would be what they would want isn’t it?

There shouldn’t be any problems in eternity, should there, Lord?

So then, what will eternity be like?
I obviously have no idea.
I know there will be a new heaven and a new earth.
If it’s alright with You, Lord, I’d prefer to spend eternity on the new earth.

I feel much more comfortable about that idea. You see I’ve lived on the earth for eighty years and a bit, so I’m really used to it by now and I’m used to the people, and
I just love the incredibly beautiful earth, with its wonderful scenery.

I won’t mention the creatures because I don’t want to even think about cockroaches and mosquitoes and I don’t know how I would take it if you said that they were part of the deal.
I would really be appreciative of the fact that there would be no weeds to cull.
I really hated how healthy and lush the weeds were while my precious plants barely clung to life, and how it hurt my back and my knees to deal with those awful weeds!

I haven’t mentioned this before, but I guess You remember how when I was young, almost a century ago I always wanted to be a pilot and fly a red aeroplane, well if there are planes on the new earth may I fly one then ? I believe I could do it without any lessons if I was immortal. I always thought I could fly without any lessons when I was a mortal child too.

What will Eternity be like Lord ?
I wish someone could tell me!.
W.B. Dec 2008

I HAVE BEEN YOUNG AND NOW I AM OLD, PSALM 37 V.25

STILL YOU ARE THE ONE THAT HOLDS MY HAND.

Oh God, I am delighted by You
My Lord, I am delighted in You.
You love me, hold me, and lift me up.
May You be delighted in me.

Chorus.
Thank You for holding me Lord
For I’m human, I trip, and I fall
I can’t live without You I need You my Lord
You’re the One that keeps holding my hand.

Lord, I am committed to you
Without You what would I do?
While I’m trusting , not fretting, no enemy can stand
You’re the one that keeps holding my hand.

I’m trusting and resting in You
I’ve committed my way to You Lord
Keep leading me on up the mountains of joy
You are the One that keeps holding my hand.


Because the Lord is the One that holds my hand.

Happy Birthday Jesus.

Happy Birthday Jesus,
How old are You today?
Mother says it’s rude to ask,
But I’m asking anyway.

My sister says You’re 2008
She thinks she’s very smart,
But Dad says You’re much older
Because You made the world at the start.

I’d love to see what you look like
Seeing You are so old
My Gran has wrinkles everywhere
And she is not that old.

It’s great You made the world, Jesus
I like to make things too.
One day when I have finished school
I’ll build a house for You.

Mum says You built a home for us
Way up there in the sky,
But I prefer to stay down here
Unless You can make me fly.

Then I could fly down here to earth
I’d miss my friends you see,
My dogs, and bird, and Guinea pigs
Would You like to come with me?

Since you made all my animals
And many more beside
I’m sure You’d like to visit them
I’ll show You where they hide.

I built them little houses,
But the one I build for You
Would be tall and grand and very large
I’m sure You’d love it too.

So You see I have things all worked out,
We’d both fly up and down.
I’d visit You, You’d visit me
Like best friends ‘do the rounds’.

W.B. Nov 2008.

FAITH AND TRUST

Where is the sun when it’s cloudy?
Where is the blue sky then?
Can we believe that the sun is still there
And the blue sky is still there as well?

We have faith to believe they are there
Because we have seen them before
So it’s not really faith, it is knowledge
And the facts are just hidden once more.

But faith is for things we have not seen
When no proof was presented to us
We believed what God said as we trust Him
For God doesn’t lie to us.

Now faith must develop with friendships
That start up with folk we don’t know
We hold out our hand and start trusting
If we trust we will never let go.

So don’t ever doubt those who love you
God will always guide them aright
Lay your troubles right down at the altar
Let your friendship and love be their light.


w.b. Nov 2008

Please don’t kill me!!

Who did You make today Lord?
Into whom did You breathe new life?
Was it a doctor, a nurse or a priest,
A pilot, or singer, or wife?

Each child had a hope and a future to come
Did You plan it as the world was formed.?
What happens if they aren’t allowed to live
And aborted as they are born?

Is the sigh of a breeze between the trees
A whisper of babies breath?
Or the moan of the wind high in the sky
Angels grieving at more death yet?

God gave us the knowledge to make a life
Have we the care to bestow?
Will we nurture and cherish each child we have
As they’re future we come to know?

You may be the mother of a famous man
Or a Godly holy priest
You are a part of God’s great plan
A mother, a leader, at least.

Lord You are coming.

Lord, You are coming again
Maybe today
I want to be ready Lord
Now and always

There are so many things Lord
That I now regret
Harsh words said in anger
Can’t be unsaid.

So now I press forward
To a new day
Please cleanse me and change me
So all that I say

Will bless and encourage
The ones that I meet
And I’ll walk beside You
And find others to greet.

I want to be ready Lord,
Ready today
Tomorrow won’t come Lord,
Please come back today..

One Set of Footprints.

There’s only one set of footprints
As I look back down the road
It doesn’t mean, although it seems
That I’ve walked the road alone.

You’ve been carrying me just lately
As my burdens weighed me down
My pain and loss and trials
Were meant to strengthen me, not drown!

So I laid them at Your feet Lord
And You just picked me up
And carried me in Your arms Lord,
Until I could stand up.

My cup is overflowing
With love and blessings too.
No time to cry or heave a sigh
There’s joy to be found in You.

WB.. Nov 2008

Jeremiah 15:16 .. Your words sustain me. They bring me great joy and are my heart’s delight

Is there somewhere we could go Lord
I could be alone with You?
Without any interruptions
Or calling,” Would you do……………….?”

I need quiet in my spirit, Lord
And time to meditate
To just be still and silent.
And hear You whispering ‘wait’.

‘I’m aware of all your yearnings, child
I heard your unspoken pleas
I’m deep within your hungry soul
My love will fill your needs.

Just lean on Me my dear one
And I will be your strength
We’ll talk to one another
And it could be at length.’

We two have till eternity
And so, for evermore
We shall relate, just while we wait
Till you reach My door.'

W.B. Nov 2008.

Green Pastures.

I’d like to stay here
In this field of glistening green
With a few little weeds.
Just a few harmless weeds?

Not a chance! As I glance
At their harmless heads
Their roots are spreading under the ground freely
Their heads are spreading seeds over the ground.

While I’m watching.
The breeze is spreading the seeds all around.
They must be found
Destroyed, burned

Roots under the ground must be pulled out
Put in the fire, the consuming fire, not the purifying fire.
Those weeds destroy our souls
Our hopes of a harvest of one hundred-fold

We must never rest till every seed of evil,
The spawn of Satan
Is searched, seen and destroyed in the light of God’s Word.
Only then can we lie down in green pastures

While God restores our souls.

The Sky's The Limit.

The sky’s the limit
Isn’t it?
That’s what they say
Anyway.

The limit to what ?
All that we’ve got?
To where we will go?
I want to know!

How high is the sky?
Do you know?
How long will it take
Me to go?

Who will I meet
Whom shall I greet?
Who will I know?
Yes, I’ll go.

Will God be there?
Do you know?
My mother, and Uncle Joe?
Then I’ll go.


W.B. Nov 2nd 08

Lord, I Am Here.

Lord, I am here,
Kneeling before You
Crushed by sorrow and pain
Teach me to comfort those who weep.

Lord, I am here
Kneeling before You
Lonely and desperate again
Teach me to befriend some lonely soul.

Lord, You are here
Standing beside me
Loving and guiding always
Teach me to stand beside those with needs.

Lord, You are here
Kneeling beside me
Your arms holding me near
Teach me to hold those You hold dear.

Lord, You are here
Watching my actions
If some should seek You in me
Teach me never to deny You by the things that I do.


W.B. Oct 2008.

Will You Listen?

Will you listen if I tell you of a God who is love?
Would you believe it if I proved it was true?
What if I showed you that love of God
By the very things that I do?

My words are just empty clanging sounds
It’s actions that prove words are true
How do you know what you read in God’s word
If the lives of His saints don’t show you?


We are the proof of a God who is love
When we love like our God to the end
If we say’ Yes, I love you’ and then turn our back
What message of love do we send?

We are His eyes that see the need
His hands that reach out and hold
His arms that gather and protect
His feet that pace the fold.

What do men see if they can’t see God?
Our words no message will send.
We are proof of a God who is love
When we show love like God’s to the end.

W.B. Oct 2008

Does God Have A Sense Of Humour?

Does God have a sense of humour?
You’d better believe it….and He’s great with traffic !

We lived in a unit in a high-rise building in the heart of the city of Liverpool, Australia.
I worked at the Defence dept outside the city and across the river.
To access the four lane highway that crossed the city and the river you had to patiently wait in a line of vehicles until each one was able to slip in between vehicles on your right across two lanes and then hope a kind soul on your left would allow you to join the traffic flow ahead.
It’s very difficult to describe without a drawing.since we Aussies drive on the opposite side of the road to you.
Each morning as I queued up to make a right turn onto the far side of the highway I would be praying that some kind soul would take pity on me and let me in as soon as a gap showed up on my right.

This particular morning I was running late, after a night up with sick children, so I begged God as I drove to the junction “PLEASE, GOD MAKE SOMEONE LET ME IN TODAY”.
I reached the junction. THERE WAS NOT A CAR IN SIGHT ! I looked to the right and then to the left in amazement. The highway was completely deserted. I pulled into the highway , laughing and crying at the same time, and I am sure I could hear the Lord laughing too! I drove the two kilometres to work absolutely alone.

When the local newspaper came out the next day it bore the headlines ‘MYSTERY ELECTRICAL FAILURE STOPPED TRAFFIC THROUGHOUT THE CITY !!’

That’s my Lord! Isn’t He absolutely awesome?