Who Then Is This? Mk.4.41

Who then, is this that the winds will obey Him?
Who then is He Who controls our world?
He is the Christ, our Lord and Creator
Can we not trust Him as through space we hurl?

Who is He who gave up His Glory?
Why, indeed would He do such a thing?
Driven by Love let our God tell the story
Nailed by sinners to a cross was our King.

He did it for you, dear friend, let me tell you
You were on his heart as He hung on that tree
Do not pass by and dismiss all His anguish
Hell’s gates are open, but let Christ set you free.

Over His body and through His blood’s curtain
Lies the salvation that would set you free
Hope and a future, of that you are certain
Your battles were won by Christ on the tree.

W.B. April ‘14

Do You Talk To The Clouds

Do you talk to the clouds or even the sky?
Do you seek for a glimpse of our dear Saviour’s eyes?
Do you sense Him behind every single dark cloud?
Do you pray looking upward, do you pray aloud?

Then do you remember you are not alone
For His Spirit is in you , not just in His Home?
He listens for even your tiniest prayer
He is closer than breathing; He is always right there.

You have a Companion and a lifelong friend
He’ll be with you today until your life shall end
He weeps in your sorrow He laughs when you smile
His arms are around you for each lonely mile.

Then let your love flow til it mingles with His
Life’s not always easy but His loving is bliss
He never will leave you, His promise is true
His love is for ever and He surely loves you.


W.B. April ‘14

Gazing

Lord as I gaze into the clouds
I whisper Your name then pray out loud.
Strange isn’t it that I should look
So far away, yet in Your Book
You tell me that You’re ever near
And in my heart? Why do I fear
That You are busy with other souls
The good , the righteous , and the bold?

While I an ancient child of God
Tired and slow each step I’ve trod
Regret for every time I’ve failed
And I the one Your hands have nailed.
What is my future, where is my hope?
Dear Saviour lift me, help me cope
I‘ll take each promise that You made
Knowing that not one has failed

Then when I’m called before the throne
You’ll show me perfect for my new home
The blood that ever covered me
The blood that flowed from Calvary’s tree
Has washed away my every stain
Your sacrifice has been my gain
My future with my Lord I see
My hope is for eternity.
Amen!

When I Remember.

How can I tell my every thought
When I remember how I was bought?
The sacrifice of God’s own Son
The victory His death has won
The gift of an eternal life
The cleansing by His blood, a knife
That cleaves the sin inside my heart
Not just some but in every part.

The hope His loving brings to me
My future I thankfully don’t see
I cling to Him, He knows the way
In cloud or sunshine, night or day
Treasures of darkness He will disclose
Loving surprises He only knows
Power from His storehouse when I cry
Peace in my heart knowing He is nigh.


W.B. April ‘14

He Is Faithful.

Do we fuss and worry when troubles reach our door
Yet we’re exactly where our Lord wants us to be
Do we say ‘Lord please lead me’, then cry ‘Oh, not this way’!
When He says 'Trust Me dear child, for I can see.'

He is faithful in the darkness, faithful in the light
He planned our life with Him before the world began
Where there’s no rhyme or reason, trust Him to put things right
Our battle won upon the cross, our victory God’s plan.

He said He’ll never leave us and we know His Word is true
He is faithful and always His arms are open wide
He offers power and a listening ear both to me and you
When we’re overwhelmed we know where we can hide.

Our Lord is faithful, and we have proved that many times
Looking back we’ll see the path where He has led
So let us be faithful and take His hands again
Those precious hands that showed where Jesus bled.


W.B. April ‘14

Could I REALLY Meet You, Lord?

Could I meet You, REALLY meet You in my dreams, my Lord?
How I envy those that tell me that they saw their Lord
I don’t want to be asleep, and any place we meet
Undisturbed by outwards things I’d kneel at your feet.

Lord, I love You, and long to be ,close, so close to You
Your eyes would penetrate my soul, an open book to You
I can’t wait till I’m up in Heaven, this is an urgent need
Lord I need You, need to see You, and yes, Your touch I need.

I’m already wrapped in Mercy and Your Peace I feel
But I want more, dear Lord and Saviour and that is why I kneel
I need filling with Your Spirit; let it overflow
Keep it coming, flowing, running, then my Lord I’ll know.

W.B. April ‘14

Darkness and Silence

When there is darkness all around and silence holds its breath
Then should I kneel and wait on You or plead for early death?
This is a test of all my faith; I look up but cannot see
For darkness penetrates my heart, what use am I to Thee?

Yes, Lord, I know that You are there and close beside me still
I realise You are trusting me to know this is Your will
I’ve walked by sight and not by faith so sure that I was strong
Your Word meant everything to me. I knew that I belonged.

Then when my loved ones fade away I saw I was alone.
My network of support had gone the day I moved from home
I stood alone, no new friends made and no one needed me
My strength was fading as I aged, soon useless I would be.

Well meaning folk said, “Well, do this’ or, ‘Why don’t you do that?’
‘Go walking, that will strengthen you.’ Or, ‘Well then, get a cat!’
But where’s Your will in all of this? What use am I these days?
I drag my weary body round, my brain is quickly fazed.

So silence is at home with dark and while they wrap me round
I am unseen, an aging being, but still I’m Heavenward bound
And somewhere when the time is right Your light will shine again
Then stepping forward arms upraised I’ll receive Your Holy rain.

W.B April ‘14

But Wait, There's More!

Christianity is the only religion where a living Person in the form of the Holy Spirit can be granted to live in the heart and mind of someone who believes.
It is a living Faith from the hands of a merciful and Living God.

Unique, isn't it?

Powerful? Yes!

A free gift? You'd better believe it!

More Random Thoughts

Salvation is a gift not a prize.

Random thoughts

If you choose to go to hell then it will be over my dead body.......Jesus.

Is Jesus Walking Ahead? Mark 10.32

Is Jesus walking ahead of you?
Don’t be tempted to ask Him to wait
Just follow.

Is His face like a flint and He doesn’t look round?
Don’t be tempted to ask Him to wait
Just follow.

He goes to Jerusalem to die on the Cross
Don’t be tempted to ask Him to wait
Just follow.

Follow the Saviour wherever He goes
He will not just die for you
The whole world is writhing in agonised woes
You know what He has to do.

So follow the Saviour wherever He goes
And afterwards hold up the Cross
This is the sign that draws men to Him
For His life is what His love cost.

W.B March ‘14

Jason Gray - If You Want To Love Someone (Lyric Video) (+playlist)

)

How Can We Be Sad?

How can we be sad when God’s ocean
Surges waves of love upon the shore
Reminding us His love will flow forever
And He remembers our sin no more?

His memory is selective and that’s a comfort
Yet we can do the same in the wrong way
We overlook our sin and make excuses
But can recall if we’ve been wronged every day.

Lord, give us hearts like Yours with devotion
To feel for lost and hurting souls everywhere
May we never turn away and not be caring
And leave them bruised and beaten, in despair.

We are ministers of reconciliation
Ambassadors of Jesus Christ our Lord
There is joy to be gained by loving others
And like the waves it will come back to our shore.

W.B. ‘14

Hope For The Day.

Hope for the day I see with the dawn and the glow from unseen sun
Even with cloud the sun will be there before the day is run
Of this I am sure, and so with my Lord, I know He is always there
Beside and within, cleansing from sin, lifting the burdens I bear.
He tells me to lay all my burdens down right at the foot of the cross
Then I pick them up and I struggle on when I should be enjoying their loss
So thank you dear Father for all that You’ve done sending Your Son down to die
My love so expedient and lacking obedience, I’m abandoned to You, God on high.

W.B. ‘14

My Problem.

Lord, I have a problem, so I am here again
I’ve puzzled and I’ve pondered and it’s rattling my brain
It’s about the poems we’ve written that really came from You
I post them to my blog site for it seemed the thing to do.
I know Your message would bless the person who will heed
Do I throw more money at it in the hope someone will read?

Do I file what we have written and hide it in the ground
And be condemned for talents hidden underground?
Dear Lord, You know my future and I am in that plan
And You have chosen me although You know just what I am
So please just open doors that I should walk on through
And shut tight all the others so I know just what to do.

W.B. March ‘14

Has The Cat Messed With My Brain?

My brain feels as if it was a ball of yarn and the cat has had it for a very long time.

My writing is all dried up. Not that I don’t want to write but I feel as if I have said everything God wanted me to.

There is nothing on the tip of my tongue and perhaps that is just as well for my tongue has got me into trouble for all my life. Yep! All 85years of it! Of that I am convinced.

My brain is a sieve but that sieve should be at the back of my throat just in front of my tongue, to sift the words that tumble out. IS such a thing possible?

I have a long list of things I would like to have fixed and my tongue is still at the head of the queue.

One of my sisters always said I should join a Cistercian Convent. She told me they took a vow of silence for ever. I am not sure I believe her even now but I appreciated her sentiments (I think).

One of my fears is that God is keeping me down on earth until I am perfect enough to go to Heaven. I believe I would have to live to be well over a hundred and that thought holds no interest for me at all.

I haven’t altogether enjoyed old age up to now. My objections are not uncommon.

Firstly I still miss my husband who died four years ago.
Secondly the bits of my crumbling body that do work, hurt, and those that don’t work, don’t hurt.
Thirdly my vocal cords are paralysed and I can’t sing and just croak so people avoid my company and I can no longer bear to listen to myself singing in the shower.

My neighbours don’t complain though.
I am not sure if they can’t hear me for the noise of their screaming children, or the children are screaming because they did hear me and their parents are busy shutting doors and windows!!

One thing I know, I am a hopeless romantic and hope I will live long enough to meet my soul mate. I have never done so yet and I only hope he doesn’t have memory loss or dementia by the time that day comes. I am a realist and not an optimist so I have my doubts that such a thing would ever happen.

Tomorrow is another day. While there is life there is hope. I don’t have much of either at the moment.

Wyn Barratt. March5th ‘14

Out Of Range.

Father You gave Your love, Your life, yet I need more than that
I need Your power and wisdom for I mess up this and that.
I seem to stick in one hard place and never move along
I shut my mouth for just a while then say something else that’s wrong.

My remorse is always genuine and I would give my life
If I could only change a bit and keep right out of strife
For many years You’ve worked with me yet it seems I never change
I sometimes sense improvement but ‘holy’ is out of range.

I’m such a disappointment and that’s not just to me
I wonder at Your patience and no end to me I see.
I know I’ve asked You once before as soon as I’m forgiven
That You would pick me off the floor and rush me right to Heaven.

To leave me here until I change would take a thousand years
And every time I fail You, You know it ends in tears
It’s not that I don’t love a lot, but not wisely and too well
Impulsive and impatient; now that is my death knell.

And so I come to You again, and for the umpteenth time
To tell You that I’m sorry Lord that I stepped out of line
You give me yet another day; my slate seems to be clean
But now I face the consequence of where my mouth has been.

W.B. March 2014

Bottled

Do You have just one bottle Lord to gather all our tears?
Then would You notice if I shed more than it appears?
I always thought that each of us had a bottle all our own
But if it’s small then I have filled more bottles than You’d own
I have my sessions when I’m tough though they are growing less
The cuts and slights go deeper and I want to seek redress
Especially since they seem to come from the ones I specially love
It’s then I cry and beg You Lord to take me Home above.

W.B.

Yes, Jesus Loves You.

Do we only love the lovely and sit beside the clean?
Do we shrink from any contact where the Spirit is not seen?
If I do not agree with you, your lifestyle or your ways
Will I fail to love like Jesus lest you contaminate my praise?
Then I must look upon the cross for Jesus died for you
And I will not presume to say what I think that you should do
All I can do is show you why Jesus died for you
And pray you into the Kingdom, that’s the thing that I should do.

W.B. Mar ‘14

What A Friend We Have In Jesus Vivienne Neville, Liz Clarke, Jackie Mor...

I Must Keep Writing

I know I must keep writing though it’s only tossed on water
For I am urged by the Spirit so to do
These words that comfort me have a purpose I don’t see
But I know that if He wills, they’ll come to you.

Please know He feels your pain and weeps with you again
As you kneel at His feet and tell Him all
He knows your future will be bright though it’s not like this tonight
And He’s holding you so you won’t trip or fall.

When I lean on someone else though God never takes offence
They are human and just cannot hold my weight
They already carry burdens and the one that does it best
Waiting patiently, He bids us come and wait.

His timing is not ours and though minutes feel like hours
Each whispered prayer’s in Heaven right away
He already has a plan but he’ll please you if He can
Though it’s best to let the Lord have His way.

W.B. Feb ‘14

Where Is The Music?

Where is the music that Angels sing?
Soft and gentle but clear
More beautiful than the birds can bring
And sung to the Father dear?

Music that comes from a heart that bled
Following the pathway He trod
With words that He Himself may have said
When pondering on His God.

Up on the mountain He’d go to pray
Silence and mist all around
Then blessed and strengthened to face the day
Traversing the stony ground.

Was it then that the Angels sang their songs?
Unforgettable melodies theirs?
So sing your songs out from your heart to God’s
And that same music may still be heard.

W.B. Feb 2014.

Lord Help Me.

Lord help me write a song
That many souls might sing
To tell that we to You belong
Since Your great suffering.

Help me to watch and pray
For You are faithful, Lord
I give You all my love and praise
Each time I walk abroad.

Creation’s silent praise
Birdsongs that never cease
Are not enough to show Your ways
But fill our hearts with peace.

I’ll walk the path of faith
Until You glorify
This child, who sometimes hides their face
Still in Your watching eye.

W.B. 2.14

Our God Is BIG!!!!!

Ask and you will receive, seek and you will find, knock and it will be opened unto you, for EVERYONE that asks, receives, and he that seeks shall find and to him that knocks it SHALL BE OPENED!! Hallelujah!!!

This is in Matthew 7.7-8 also Luke 9.9-10. I believe God had it entered twice because of its importance to our Faith.

Our God is BIG!! DON’T INSULT Him with small expectations!!


Dear Father in Your Word You say that before I even ask
You will hear my prayer and right away start work upon a task
I’m not naïve and don’t believe that it always is a ‘yes’
But if I seek change it isn’t strange to think You’ll change ME next!

Mist

I love watching the ocean when it’s shrouded in mist
The horizon still sleeping till the sun blows a kiss
The gray waves now gentle still roll to the shore
In answer to the moon I can’t see any more.

Our lives are just like that, we have calm and then storms
But hovering above us are God’s open arms
He is there when we fear we’ll fall out of the boat
Or when waves are so high that we can’t stay afloat.

The mist hides our future and shields from alarm
And whatever God plans He wishes no harm
As the waves roll to shore regardless of storms
God continues to guide and He will lead us Home.

W.B Feb ‘14

Love Makes All The Difference.

And here begins another day. Another day with You
In cloudy grey the sky belies that the sun still shines there too
Today I’ll go on with my chores an offering of love
With routine tasks I’m quickly bored unless performed in love
For love makes all the difference in every part of life
It bathes all in its beauty as a loving sacrifice.
All love began with Jesus Christ; it took Him to the cross
When dying there He bridged the gap where sin had caused such loss.
When we are His this love abounds through every day and hour
As long as we will look to Him then we can know His power.
So thank You Lord for this new day as I seek to honour You
May Your love, Your gentleness be seen in everything I do,

W.B Feb ‘14

Where Are We Seeking God?

Where are we seeking a glimpse of our God,
In some grand and glorious sighting?
In beauty of Nature in sky or in sod
Or in visions or dreams so exciting?

Yes, He will be there, but have we overlooked
That He comes to us in the humdrum
In meaningless tasks with no reason or rhyme
In the humble performance of jobs done.

It is when we are faithful in each little thing
Whether we see it or no
That each task’s that our duty when offered in love
Is the source of God’s smile as we go.

So God can rely on our faithfulness there
Where no flags and no trumpets declare
Yet He can be seen in the light in our eyes
And He knows we are faithful right there.

No hint of drudgery follows the tasks
When we make them an offering to God
And nothing we do if it’s more than He asks
Would be leaving the paths that He trod.

W.B. Feb ‘14

Sing To Me

Sing to me Jesus, on those lonely days
When I sit on the porch and consider my ways
I go over the times that I heard You speak
Then I ponder again as in silence I weep.

The times I forgot You when flustered and fussed
Then called out to You, the only One I could trust
Now Lord, as I sit here, surrounded by birds
I can hear heaven’s music but I can’t hear the words.

So sing to me Jesus as in days long gone by
I imagine You sang when Your siblings would cry
I can hear Heavens’ music but I can’t hear the words
So Jesus sing softly then no one else is disturbed.

W.B. Feb ‘14

Wobbly

When I am hurt I run away but now I’m frail I can’t
I wobble on a walking stick, walking’s only in my heart
I gaze out through the thickening bush for glimpses of the sea
And imagine I am sitting there with the sand all around me.

A gift of strong binoculars has given me fresh wings
And I can then imagine that I am doing all these things
The sand bar and the ocean are there beneath my feet
I’m sitting close to children, who can’t see me. That’s neat!

And so I’ve joined the legless old who travel in their dreams
It has happened all too quickly and I am really old it seems
The medication that I take to slow my racing heart
Has brought me to a standstill but I still do my part.

For I have my computer and it’s such great company
The world is mine in seconds although you can’t see me.
I read about your happenings and cry a little too
Then whisper prayers about you for that’s all my love can do.

W.B.Jan ‘14

Not Long Enough.

Not long enough I kneel to feel Your soft embrace
Not long enough my thoughts are fixed on You
Not long enough my heart’s held by Your own dear lord
For soon the claims of duty will come through.

You follow me though I should be the follower
You call me back if I should lose my way
Your plans not shelved if I wander from the pathway
You take my hand and lead me back Your way.

And this I know, it’s for You I want to hunger
Your Presence crowns the ordinary days
When I have to wait for answers to the prayers I send
You wait with me, and I will learn Your ways.

W.B. Jan ‘14

Can I Tell You Straight?

Lord, please just laugh and hug me when I come to Your gate
I know I’ve been a nuisance, and didn’t like to wait
Maybe I am like Thomas and need to see You’re real
I talked to You incessantly though I couldn’t touch or feel.

I know that I have failed You in oh, so many ways
Yet You showed me such mercy and love for all my days
I often was discouraged when troubles piled up high
It was then You’d send a message that I was the apple of Your eye.

I saw my problems shrivel up and blow off in the breeze
While recognizing that the way was not a path of ease
And now that I can see the lights of heaven so far above
I whisper that I’m coming Lord, and send You all my love.

W.B ‘14

First School & Church in Australia - Rev Richard Johnson 1793

Straight From The Stars.

I want to write a beautiful song with a melody straight from the stars
I want to show that Your love for me would fire me up to Mars
I want to be so faithful Lord that You could count on me
And anywhere You sent me would be where I want to be.

I used to be contrary and fight against Your Word
I made so many excuses until the blame I heard
You looked into my troubled heart and wiped away the pain
Now Your precious blood has cleansed me and I am whole again.

You waited with such patience till I accepted Your sweet will
I always thought that I knew best and sometimes think that still.
But now Your arms are round me I would never want to stray
And Your quiet gentle Spirit Lord, is leading all the way.

W.B Jan 2013

Josh Groban - O Holy Night & Lyrics [Official Music]

Silent Night, Silent Day

I feel as if I have dined on an empty plate. No jewel in the words I read today have stood out as a lesson or a guide to me.

Is this to be a silent day on this, the silent night
When shepherds in the quiet fields saw a brightly shining light?
They heard a voice, an angel spoke, no doubt was in their mind
Yet today while I am writing this I might as well be blind
Today I cannot see a light. The words I read are dead
And yet, Lord, I faithfully sit down to take my Daily Bread.

What have I done? Where have I failed? Does sin lie at my door?
I have prayed that You would cleanse me, even heal me, and then more
The sky is dark and cloudy, just today I need You Lord
To shine Your light upon me, or better still, walk through the door!
Well, now I’ve got that off my chest, did I detect Your smile?
You want my faith to be worked out and You were here all the while?.

W.B Dec 24th

Blessings.

Have you ever stood in silence, closed your eyes and begun to think
Of the blessings God has given, filling your cup up to the brink?
Beginning with a new day dawning, a fresh white page to start anew
The bed you’ve slept in, safe warm housing, food to eat, and loving, too.

Being loved another blessing, all too few can call this theirs
Until they know the Gentle Shepherd who loved the world; His life not spared
I know that life is not all blessing and trials come in spite of this
But they drive us to the arms of Jesus Who is slow to judge and quick to bless.

I could keep on like this for ever! Meet my Jesus! Love Him too!
I long to see you all in Glory. Is there something else that I could do?
Pray, of course to My dear Shepherd, His prayers for you will never cease
And until the day of His returning, may you know His Love and Peace.

W.B.

Thanks

If I never say another word then let that word be ‘Thanks’!
Not, ‘God do this, or this, or that, please fill my needy banks’.
Let me first kneel to touch Your feet, caress the nail marked scars
And vow to step where You have walked, the path You walked now ‘ours’.

Do I say too often, ‘Help me, Lord’ when I should say ‘I’ll help You”?
Although You do not need it, but that’s what love would do
And if I bowed down before Your throne in armour every day
I’d be prepared to fight for Home and Glory all the way.

So let’s set out together an army to make God proud
With praises at Reveille and the Last Post just as loud
We might wake some sleeping giants and stir our Governments
Hold the cross up even higher; prove God’s power to be immense.

W.B Dec 2013.

Trees.

Worship your Creator, you monumental trees
You’re reaching near to Heaven and swaying in the breeze
The sun is sparkling on your leaves while nesting birds hold tight
Your canopy holds darkness yet your crown is bright with light.
The grasses reaching round your feet are keeping your roots warm
Those roots now spread beneath the soil will hold in any storm.
And did our Saviour long ago rest underneath your shade
Or did he plant the very seed that your mighty stature made?
Stand proudly then oh mighty tree for you were made by God
And shelter those that come to you, as graciously you nod.

Can You See Me?

Lord, I’m down in the garden and under a tree
Mom said You see all things, but can You see me?
If I look to Heaven I just see blue sky
So where is the gateway and when will I die?

Yu’know I’m so alone here and if You are near
Please hold out Your hand, or sing in my ear
That’s what my Pa does when I cannot sleep
And his breath always tickles when his voice goes down deep.

I know that You’re big for You stretch East to West
So when I’m afraid may I lay on Your chest?
I’ll hear You breathing and I will be brave
For I know that You love me and You came to save.

Are We Waiting For God?

Are we waiting FOR God when we should wait WITH Him?
He knows just when the time is right
Never too late and never too early
The darkest night ends in bright morning light.
‘When’ ‘why’ and ‘if’ are such small words to handle
Yet they’re little foxes that eat Faith away.

God sees the big picture while we look through keyholes
He sees the end as we plod on the way.
Lord give us a vision to see life through Your eyes
While we joy in Your promises day after day
You Lord, are faithful, and the road ahead rises
We’re travelling Home, faith renewed every day.

W.B Dec '13

God Is Good

God is good; let the world declare it
Lord, open the eyes of the spiritually blind
From innocent children to the dying aged
We see and declare Lord, that You are kind.
So many times Your hand has blessed us
Not many times we expressed our thanks
With every sunrise You show You are faithful
For every sunset we will give thanks.
We thrill with a day started with You, Lord
And the peace of a night within Your arms
Trials and blessings our earthly adventures
Safe in the knowledge Your Spirit’s in ours.

Are You Finding It Hard To Be Joyful?

Are you finding it hard to be joyful
In the trials that have fallen on you?
Stand close to the cross of the Saviour
And know He is praying for you.

There were times of great blessings around you
Though they may seem a long way away
In the pools of gentling waters
That soothed your tired soul on some days.

But now there’s a fire that’s burning
Refining the silver that is you
The Lord knows just when He will end it
His timing is perfect, that’s true.

You and He are in this together
You are never standing alone
He already sees you as perfect
He prepares you to enter His Home.

It’s alright to call on God’s family
To hold your name up to the Throne
You have brothers and sisters in Jesus
So never feel lost and alone.

WB Nov 2013.

I Hear Your Voice

I hear Your voice in the rumbling of the thunder
I see Your smile in the smile of a child
I hear Your songs from birds and running waters
And admire Your creations for mile after mile.

Gentle are the hands that care for all our babies
An arm around our shoulders will take our cares away
The cross upon the hill is the sign of the Atonement
You purchased with Your blood on that terrible day.

Saffron in the skies and another day is over
Hope for tomorrow already on its way
Mothers at the windows looking for their children
Fathers weary footsteps going homeward today.

Love is the chain that binds us all together
Family the unit ordained by God
Gentle awareness of those who need us
Loving like the Father and living for God.

W.B. Nov 2013

If I Loved You

If I loved You my Lord as You surely deserve
I would kneel at Your feet to hear every word
That came from Your lips and was then written down
I would learn them by heart and spread them around
I would speak of You often as lovers will do
And tell everyone the great things about You.

My thoughts would not wander my eyes would be fixed
On You precious Saviour; my feelings not mixed
With needs of the moment or selfish desires
I would ask You to hold me and set me on fire
For love that is weak and half hearted at best
Would make You feel sick and be torn from Your breast

And I do not know how to put into words
That one hundred and ten percent of me will be Yours
I’ll try not to slip and fall short of the mark
I’ll be wrapt up inside You like those in the Ark
Then just to be sure that I never grow cold
Fix Your gaze on me Father until I grow old.

W.B 2013

Till I See You

Lord, here’s a love letter coming to You
To tell You I‘m thankful for all that You do
You’re right at my side so I’m never alone
Though sometimes I’m scared in this big empty home.

The changes in life and in health for the old
Are things to be tackled by the brave and the bold
So since I am neither, and that, we all know
I cannot stand up with an arrow and bow.

My knees will not kneel however humble I feel
My breaths are reluctant; I need help to breath
But You send me Your love and the sunshine of heaven
The prayers of Your saints bless me seventy times seven.

So I’m thanking You Father for every day that I live
For time to send prayers; for the blessings You give
For the love of my family and Your family too
And here is my love till the day I see You.

W.B. Nov 2013.

PAUL MEALOR-I AM THE GENTLE LIGHT

http://www.youtube.com/v/XgEdFCDQOnc?autohide=1&version=3&attribution_tag=HGSZ0GTrKxrwlaKbE6zSsw&autohide=1&feature=share&showinfo=1&autoplay=1

Gifts From The Heart

Lord, You love gifts that come from the heart, not calculated payments
You know who is rich or poor not just those in gaudy raiment
The widow’s mite means more to You than profits from a king
Then may I always bring my love with every offering.

You gave Your all, do I withhold even the smallest part?
Some time or thoughts that I have kept secret within my heart?
Your arms are open as Your heart, You give, and give again
And I receive all as my part and do not give again.

I sometimes wish that I could throw out into the four winds
Every single thing that I possess and with them all my sins
You are my life, my hope, my love, your arms are always near
And every penny I possess came down from far or near.

I have enough, yet fearing want, lest I should have to beg
I hold on tight to this or that and things within my head.
I want you to be proud of me and say, ‘Well done, my child’
For all I do is not enough and my love I cannot hide.

I hold my arms up to you, Lord and try to wrap around
But how can I retain the wind even here on holy ground?
When all is said and done, my Lord, in crisis teach me more
Then my dependence on You alone will keep my loving pure.

W.B. Nov 2013.

I Want To Write A Song For You

I want to write a song for You
A song that has no pride
With words declaring all my love
For You’ve been at my side
In war or peace in pain or grief
You never left me Lord
And how could I declare enough
The joy Your love affords.

No judgement, condemnation here
Your blood has washed away
The very stains that sin has made
Since my first human day.
Oh precious Lord, my Saviour dear
I worship at Your feet
Lord how I wish the world would know
That sin brings sure defeat.

Look at the cross those who deny
That Jesus died at all
Look at His blood and then deny
That He would save us all.
A simple act, an act of faith
Then give your life to Him
His blood will cleanse, His Spirit free
Your soul to fly with Him.

Eternity, life without end
Is a glorious song of songs
The road to Heaven has no bend
The road is straight but long
God’s music follows all the way
While myriad witnesses sing
And Christ our Lord will lead the band
Himself our Offering.

W.B. Nov 2013.

Just Can't Help Loving You

I just can’t help loving You
My dear Lord, my Saviour
Your Spirit keeps on coming through
When I fear I have lost favour.

But I really know deep in my heart
That You will never change
As long as I will take my part
It is I that needs to change.

Yes I’ll be here; I will stay near
For I know I need You Lord,
My eyes are fixed on You
Your Spirit leads me through.

I just can’t help loving You dear Lord.
I just can’t help loving You my dear Lord.

W.B. Oct 2013

Treasures Of God

The treasures of God are hidden ones spawned through our darkest days
In those times we wept to be taken from, He showed His loving ways
Not for one moment did He turn and let you fight in vain
Or stand and watch uncaring when you fought, but failed again.

Your tears were His though you did not know His heart was breaking too
You are His love, His precious one, and He is part of you
In light or dark; in pain or grief these lessons aren’t in vain
Though weaning us from unwise love may bring the greatest pain.

Tomorrow the same sun will shine but it’s you who will be changed
As imperceptibly refined by the Spirit’s increased range
Some things may go some new thing come but your point of view is new
Now seeing through the Spirit’s eyes as He steps along with you.

W.B Oct 2013

Each Moment.

I need You oh my precious Lord each moment of the day
There’s not a breath that I would take without You there to stay
I do the things at hand to do but never on my own
And that includes the time I spend on computer or the phone.

I am Yours for ever and a day dear Spirit please be close
And tap me on the shoulder if I’m sharp or too verbose
I am grateful for the angels that You send to comfort me
But it’s only in Your sweet presence that I really want to be.

Sometimes the days are far too long and sometimes they’re too short
But every day’s a gift from You though I don’t do all I ought
When night time comes I go to bed and rest back in Your arms
And the last words that I speak are from my favourite book of Psalms.

W.B Oct ‘13

Matt Redman - Mercy (Lyrics And Chords)

Turkey: The Other Holy Land

Matt Redman - I Need You Now (Lyrics And Chords)

Set Me Loose

Set me loose in Your heavens
Let me roam the hills You walked
Let me kneel on those hard rocks
Where You kneeled and where You talked

I want to hear those hardy stones
Cry out in praise again to You
They have far too long been silent
And they long to speak of You.

It is our right now to witness
And our privilege to sing
Of the love our Saviour offers
And the Salvation that He brings

Your heart bleeds again for sinners
And for saints who do not pray
We have bottled up Your power
By looking for Your ‘NAY’.

Dear Jesus You’re Almighty
The Father’s only Son
Your Word is true and mighty
Our victory You have won.

W.B.

Jesus, Only Jesus (Live From LIFT: A Worship Leader Colle...

When I Am Up In Heaven

When I am up in Heaven and I hope it won’t be long
I will ponder on the loving that my dear friends sent along
I do not need to name you for we both know who you are
How you comforted and blessed me when my spirit slid too far.

I will ask my precious Saviour to give you extra care
To kiss your tears when you are sad and I cannot be there
I will ask Him too, to smooth your path until we meet again
And may your dreaming never pass for hope brings joy, not pain.

I will remember, dear friend, the kind words that you wrote
When I suspect that often you had trials but never spoke
I would have held you at those times and been honoured by the deed
So I will wait with patience till you come and may God speed.

WB
Sept 2013.

Anything You Say.

Anything You say Lord, I promise to obey
Until a rock is thrown at me and I want to run away
Why am I so weak Lord, just what is wrong with me?
Please take the Peter out of me; like You I want to be

Chorus.
There’s nothing I can do but throw myself on You
Lord, how I need Your mercy! How I depend on You
I am hiding in the bushes, my fig leaf’s full of holes
Call me; call me, precious Lord for I am far from home.

When I read Your Word Lord, I know just what to do
I‘m bright and brave and no one’s slave, I’m going to be like You
Then things go wrong; they always do and You know what happens then
I’m on my knees, I cry, “Lord, please forgive me again”.

CH.
There’s nothing I can do but throw myself on You
Lord, how I need Your mercy! How I depend on You!
I am hiding in the bushes, my fig leaf’s full of holes
Call me; call me, precious Lord I’m ready to go Home..


W.B

If I Didn't Have You

If I didn’t have You, I’d be nothing
And nothing I don’t want to be
I want to show You all my loving
For loving’s what You gave to me.

To wake every morning and see empty skies
What does the day hold for me?
Is there someone to love and see love in their eyes?
I would share the love You gave to me.

My days may be ending, this I cannot tell
But I know the world’s hurting out there
My material blessings I’d toss down a well
To know more of Your love and Your care.

If I didn’t know You I’d know nothing
But I know I’ll forever be Yours
And I wish the same for every soul on this plain
I would claim every one for Your cause.

W.B. Sept 2013.

You're Always There

You’re always there though I’m not aware
For sometimes I’m shadowed by doubt
I look into myself and see only misgivings
Forgetting that living is why You sent me out.

Trying for perfection drives me to distraction
Yet Your Spirit will teach me the way
You want me to surrender or I’ll break if not bended
So Father, I’ll do things Your way.

You’re always there and You know how I need You
But I want to feel You are near
Yes, Lord, I have faith, but it’s not always awake
Empty space can be something I fear.

Then I feel alone even though I’m at home
And in silence I gaze at the walls
They are vacant and bland in this beautiful land
Yet I’m sheltered from harm here of course.

So inside or out, it’s not You I’m without
You are closer to me than my breath
My thought processes are messes to drag from recesses
And my faith will be exercised yet.

Love You, Lord……………..

W.B

Sept 2013.

I Am On The Cross

I am on the cross, do you feel My pain?
See how My mother weeps?
The ones that understand are here
And those who will vigil keep.

My followers climbed the hill with Me
Though they dozed as I struggled in prayer
Are you ready to keep a vigil with Me
Or will you leave Me alone, then and there?

May I remind you of the cross on the hill?
I willingly paid the price
I surrendered My glory, My Father, My life
In exchange I offered you Life.

Yes, life will be fragile, the way hard and long
But I’ll be there each step of the way
Together we’ll travel; together belong
And Heaven will be yours one day.

WB Sept 2013

Reflecting Light

As the sun shines on the ocean may we reflect the light of God
When the clouds have made it darken we remember paths we’ve trod
When the rain adds to its bounty we can watch the way Christ walked
And become His loyal followers obeying all He taught.

Following Jesus Christ our Saviour as He leads us day by day
Holding out the hand of friendship to those we meet along the way
Let’s remember to forget ourselves and think of those God loves
For we’re not always in a boxing ring and wearing sparring gloves.

Can we spread peace and love to others in the way Christ did to us?
Can we plod quietly through life’s turmoil and never make a fuss?
I know that doesn’t sound like me but I’m sure going to try
I’ll give that boxing ring a miss and quietly walk on by.

Following Jesus……………………

W.B Aug 2013.

Feel The Spirit

Are you standing in the rain?
Is your baby sick again?
Close your eyes, feel the Spirit touching you
Have the dark clouds rolled on by?
Are you stifling a cry?
Breathe in softly for the Spirit is with you.

Bad days will come and go
They’ve been before, and this you know
Breathe in softly for the Spirit’s at your side
Lift your head up from your hands
God loves you so and He has plans
Breathe out softly for the Spirit heard your sigh.

As God’s Peace drifts through the door
Breathe it in, but wait, there’s more
For the Spirit came inside and will remain
God has said He’ll not leave you
He keeps His word and He loves you
You are in this fight together, praise His name!


W.B Aug 2013

What Does Love Do?

She is alone, new town and new people
Another silent house except for noise from some rats
She looks through the window for people or movement
Hungering for friendship but just seeing cats.

What does love do?

Love senses the hole that needs filling with people
Friends from her old world and new friends to make
Is someone else lonely; is there someone to talk to?
A place where folk gather? A smile or handshake?

What would love do?

A seat on a pew? She will always be welcome
Half empty churches a great place to start
‘What is your name dear? Thank you for coming.
See you next week; don’t forget when we start’.

What can love do?

She is thankful for old friends, still faithfully writing;
That she’s not yet forgotten though far out of sight
Dazzled by views that are set out before her
But no one to share all that beauty so bright.

What will love do?

Seek out the places that need volunteers
Hoping to find some that don’t request fees
Reading the noticeboard next to the doctors’
Maybe there’s someone she may be able to please.

W.B AUG 2013.

I Heard Your Footsteps

I heard Your footsteps in the hall
On that night I gave my all
When I learned that You had died at Calvary
It was the first time I’d shed tears
For I’d hardened through the years
Not believing that Your love was meant for me.

You kept calling; You would not let go
A singer wrote that he loved You so
That music filled my soul and brought me to my knees
There was a love song in his heart
He shared the whole, not just a part
And all I wanted was to see my Saviour pleased.

I heard Your footsteps in the hall
And knew that I must give my all
To the Lamb of God Who died at Calvary
I’m glad I came that night You called
For at the Cross You gave Your all
And I know for sure Your love was meant for me.


God bless the singer who showed Your love to me.

W.B. AUG 2013.

My Heart Wants To Tell

My heart wants to tell You how much, Lord, I love You
My mouth is just frozen in time
Are my tears the produce of emotional weakness
Is my spiritual life in decline?

When You should be in the forefront of my thinking
My problems will get in the way
I sigh at the difficulties I am facing
And my praising has fallen away.

Yet I know You are able and that You are willing
You are closer to me than my breath
So why am I settling for imminent failure
And see nothing ahead but my death?

The future is something I’d like to avoid
My history proves that is true
My hopes and my plans all sink into sand
Yet You are my hope, Lord, just You.

So if I step out into sunlight and warmth
Will Your presence be still with me then?
I would say, “Please convince me” But there’s some faith within me
That says You’re not there now and then

You are with me for ever in every endeavour
Though results are not all I would wish
I’ll try not to refer to the plans You have there
I’ll comply with faith, that is Your wish

W..B Aug 2013.

Psalm 25

Do not remember the sins of my youth
But remember me, oh Lord
Cleanse me, instruct me, and teach me Your way
Keep me humbled as I wait on You today.

I am Yours dear Lord, I am Yours.

Kindness and truth are Your pathways
I would not shame You, dear Lord
Your covenant I’m learning to write on my heart
Keep me under the blood You shed from the start.

I am Yours, dear Lord, I am Yours.

I would tell you my secrets but You already know
All my prayers are heard by You
While I wait, while I listen, remember me
Will Your secrets be known to me?

I am Yours dear Lord, I am Yours.

W.B. Aug 2013.

You're A Star

The Lord is here beside you now
You will never walk alone
Believe His Word, it’s inside you now
His Spirit gave it a home.

Look up into His faithful eyes
Be held in His loving heart
Take hold of both His nail scarred hands
Let Him prove you’ll never part.

As soon as troubles gather round
Just take them to the cross
Don’t let their shadows hide the light
Get rid of them; they’re dross.

Step forward in the light of God
Remember Whose you are
Take the high road from earth to heaven
And show that you’re a star.

W.B. Aug 2013.

All The Precious Things You Do

How can I not sing songs to You
For all the precious things You do
Yes, though the sun should fail to rise
Your love shines out through loving eyes.
Problems and puzzles strewn my path
Rising before me, and I ask
Dear Father guide me just for today
Lest I despair and turn away.

The little things, the big, big bills
Cannot submerge me in life’s ills
For You are my strength, my hope, my life
My future planned, Your love is life.
Knowing your mercy will provide
Comfort and safety on every side
And then, at last, the sky will light
And chase away depressing night.

The orange glow, that happy sign
That soon the sunlight will be mine
What warmth, what laughter in the sky
The Master comes; sorrow’s denied
For who could fail to hope and dance
Under the light; it’s warmth not chance
For You Lord, made both light and shade
The woods, the hills, those treasured glades.

Needs of the day a minor thing
When I praise You and hear birds sing
When my prayers rise up into the sky
And I can feel Your presence nigh
Oh, join me, children of our God
Sing too, His praises as angels nod
And add to ours their worship pure
Our God is eternal and His love will endure.

W.B. Aug 2013.

My Garden

Will it always be here, Your Creation?
This garden that You gave to me?
As I wander through green rustling bushes
With leaves and debris at my feet.

How I picture the plants I will grow here
And I hope that my life will endure
While I nurture the life You have given
To the flora You created before.

Every day Your bright sun will be faithful
Every day there’ll be clouds , maybe rain
You watch over the whole of Creation
And me too, as long as I can remain.

You are with me, so near me, dear Saviour
I’m so blessed not to walk all alone
I feel Your love in the warmth of the sunlight
And Your cleansing and healing atone.

W.B. 2013.

Someday

Some day I’ll find a tiny glen
Lost in the forest, I don’t know when
A whispering breeze will call me there
A new life I’ll find and dwell in there.

Birds of the forest need have no fear
A child of Creator I am quiet here
The soft toned bird calls, not calling me
I and my Saviour are just here to see.

‘See what I made?’ Your Spirit asks.
‘What things can we tackle? You need not ask
Wait for My plans to lay the ground
Love, Joy, and Peace you’ve already found.’

See My dear creatures move round the bush
Hunting and eating, they’re not in a rush
Their tiny heart knows that they’re in My care
Days come and go and you are all in My care’.

W.B. August 2013.

Do You Tell Jokes?

When the days are dull and sombre Lord, do You go round telling jokes?

Do You sometimes tease children at Your knees and say, “Don’t tell your folks!!!”

Do You make new songs or creatures for although Creation’s done

It would be nice to slice some mice and give them a long green tongue?

I’m sure You walk through hospitals where children lie in pain

And tell them happy stories just to see them smile again

Then on Your way back to Your house You find their Mom and Dad

And cheer them up and pat their pup, saying “I’ve visited your fine lad”.

Though everyday is different with people to be blessed

Tears to dry, and asking “why?’ and making Mothers rest

Grandparents not forgotten; don’t they doze off a lot?

And as they age at some new stage they go back into a cot!

I’m sure Your days are happy and You’re always busy too

And when I get to Heaven that is what I’d like to do

So please leave out some tasks for me that will not take too long

And now I am a writer I’ll write a special song.

W.B.  July 2013.

A. Teacher.

  

She leaned against the wall that day her head towards the ground

A slim and tender figure, worth nothing, I’ll be bound

Her eyes now hollow, empty, dead, not like I saw before

For then her eyes were sparkling from adventures, not from a score.

What happened child?  I mused again, where had that pupil gone

Who answered quickly, smartly, before questioning had begun?

She had a world of interest in every class she took

And though her family was so poor she eagerly took each book.

She knew there were such treasures in every page she read.

Each book returned, well fingered, just like my Daily Bread

I thought she’d be a teacher or travel round the world

And day by day she blossomed as she ‘ate’ the written word.

But one day school was over and time to look for work

To spend more time with her peer group, no time for the written word

No work; no income; walk the streets; a pill; a needle then

It takes your mind off circumstance…then wait for more. And then?

She looked up, then, and once again I was the teacher now

Emotion caused my voice to rasp, while again her head went down.

“I own a little book shop with books you liked to read

Would you care to take a walk with me while I bring you up to speed?”

“If you wanted, you could help me. There are lots of books to read

When you’ve set the new books on the shelves you could teach some kids to read.”

Remember all the treasures you found inside each page?

It’s time you shared the things you found even at that early age.

Could you forget those needles? Will you discard those pills?

I’d be happy to prepare your meals and help you if you’re ill.

I could not pay you very much but we’d share and share alike

Surrounded by our treasures in a happy hopeful life.

W.B    July 2013.

Mary Were You Troubled

  

Mary were you troubled when your Son climbed up a mountain

And spent the night alone and icy cold

Did you ever call to Him “Take another cloak, that’s thin!”

Did He listen like He did when He wasn’t old?

Did He say “Now, Mother dear, I am on Father’s business here

And I need to talk to Him about my life

I tell Him every little thing and the love I’m offering

While He shows me how to handle hate or strife”

Did you relax when once again the winter’s cold had passed?

And the nights up in the mountains weren’t so harsh

Yet I imagine that you still might fix a little meal ‘to go’

As He scrambled through a stony field or marsh.

So as Your precious Son took off to follow all His Father’s plans

You would sit quietly in deep worship and in prayer

Pondering on the words of God and your Son’s first stumbling words

To Calvary where you watched Him die right there.

As Mothers all, right up till now, what myriad tears we shed

As we protect and love and grieve for all our own

Yet one day they’ll rise in glory from a grave they did not dread

As their Saviour holds out His arms to those He’s known.

W.B. June 2013.

Teach Me Your Truth

  

Teach me Your Truth oh Spirit of Truth

And let me learn from You

My cloudy future hides reproof

If I see my life through You

Old age no barrier to Your plans

One day is all You need

Obedience takes error from my hands

Will I then gather speed?

Teach me to be quiet under stress

To rest in peace on You

To see the sun both rise and set

And know I am blessed by You

Teach me to praise and pray for all

Be sensitive to their need

To spread the love You feel for all

Tell them a Saviour hears

Help me forget myself this day

To lock my eyes on You

To praise You As You plan my way

As I am led by You.

You wrap me in Your kindly love

Harsh judgements cannot pierce

And I still have some work to do

Old age cannot defeat.

W.B.  June 2013.

How Many Times?

  

How many times I cry to You, and say, “Please help me, Lord"

I take Your time on little things that You can ill afford

When disasters of more urgent kind befall this broken world

And I, as selfish as I am, bewail a mislaid word

Or phone, or struggle on  with some heavy, tiresome task

For now my strength is almost gone; it is too much to ask.

So I’ll ask Your peace to live with this, my slowness, loss of strength

My love for You is still intact and I’ll be with You at length

Now when I call I try to see the features of Your face

Yet it is enough that I should know Your mercy and Your Grace

While I still ask to dream of You and be close to You in sleep

 Your Spirit’s deep within my heart and I know He’s mine to keep.

W.B June 2013.

One Day

 Will You come back today, Lord?

I want to be ready for You

Will this be the very last day, Lord

That I could be loyal and true?

I want to look into Your eyes Lord

I love when they sparkle with smiles

I would be both humble and obedient

Always walking that second mile.

I long to see others with Your eyes

To grieve with the lonely and lost

To grasp the hands stretched out in sorrow

To hold someone breathing their last.

To point out the cross and my Saviour

Tell others You died for them, too

Holding hope out to the hopeless

And the future that You can renew.

For one day may be too late to know You Lord

The gates to Your heaven may be closed

You’ll appear in the sky with Your angels

To call up the ones that you know.

Is your name written down in His book, friend?

Does He know you and call you by name?

He first called your name from the cross on the hill

Then whispered again from his grave.

Yet Christ rose again in great triumph

Satan defeated again

But that old loser though on his way down

Would take you to Hell with him then.

So break free and run to your Saviour

Take His offer of salvation now

The pathway to Heaven is lined with His saints

Hear them cheer when your hand’s on the plough.

W.B  June 2013.

It's Just Not Enough.

  

It’s just not enough to give to You

This old broken heart

It’s just not enough to say to You

“Oh Lord, I’ll do my part’.

It’s just not enough to sorrow

For all my sinful ways

It had to be Your very life

That You so freely gave.

And so You bought me dearest Lord

And You brought me, Lord of mine

Back from Hells’ hungry open mouth

Saying ‘you are Mine’

You did what You’d always planned to do

My soul knows that full well

So here I am part of Your great plan

And You’ve closed the gate to Hell.

W.B June 2013.

Have I Told You?

  

Have I told You today that I love You?

Did I whisper that You have my heart?

Did I thank You that You never leave me?

That I’m grateful that we’ll never part?

Lord I’m grateful that You are my haven

And You are my anchor and rest

I feel Your warmth when You hold me

When I lay my head down on Your breast.

I used to be anxious and fretful

For my faith was not always this strong

But You held on to me every moment

Now every moment to You I belong.

Wyn Barratt  June 2013

The Morning Sky.

I love to watch the morning sky when dawn turns into day

And know that You will have Your eye on things that come my way

The pinks and gold I can behold and feel Your presence near

You offer me a brand new page with a love that is so dear.

Your Spirit paints the sky for us to cheer us on our way

You know the joys and sorrows that can make or break the day

So this day that You have made for me I give right back to You

And I will do my very best to bring some joy to You.

Wyn Barratt June 2013.

God's Waiting Room.

I’ve heard about God’s waiting room

For older Christian souls

But there’s another waiting room

That I have known of old.

That’s when we wait upon God’s will

Though we cannot see Him work.

But in His hall of eternal peace

We know He will not shirk

His plans to answer every prayer

To set our spirits free

To lift us up on wings of hope

In His love for you and me.

So I’m content in this, His waiting room

While He works out His plans

He said He’ll never leave me

So I’ll be putty in His hands.

As I rest my head upon His knee

I dreams of days to come

When I have learned discipleship

And my learning days are done.

Wyn Barratt June 2013.

The Birds Can't Wait.

The birds can’t wait for dawn to rise

To start their praise to You

And I awake with glad surprise

And wonder what we’ll do.

For each new day though trials may come

I know You’ll be close by

The plans You’ve made to bless my life

Will never go awry.

My paths may wind around a cliff

Or follow mountains high

But Your lamp will shine and light my way

While You watch me with Your eye.

So Lord anoint me with Your peace

And keep my heart at rest

For You are my Beloved Chief

And what You do is best.

Wyn Barratt June 2013.

Do We have No King?

Do we have no king but Caesar?

Have we denied our Lord?

Where now is our allegiance?

Are we standing with the Lord?

What sacrifice He made for us

What pain in His tortured death

Is that not enough to gain our love?

Will He not win our last breath?

What purpose has our life if we

Don’t live it all for Him

What future do we seek once we

Are washed from all our sin?

A life that’s lived for God alone

A solid worshipping stance

Not up and down as emotions roll

First an upward then backward glance.

Oh Lord, I need Your power right now

To keep my worship pure

Unsullied by a Godless pout

If I think my pleas ignored.

Wyn Barratt  May 2013.

It Has To Be You

  

It has to be You, Lord, it has to be You

Who shows me the way and tells me what to do

I muddle and flounder; I puzzle and test

All of the waters, choosing what I think best.

I want You to lead me to point out the way

So there will be no doubt You are leading today

You are my Master, my Saviour, my Friend

I’m no good without You, my life may as well end.

Dear Lord please get hold of me in a grip that could hurt

For I’m tired of slipping right down in the dirt

You know how I need You, how I’d love to belong

To Your group of friends who are trustworthy and strong.

But as yet I don’t feel You have all of my brain

As Your Word keeps correcting me again and again

So Lord don’t give up on me and I will hold on

Until You can come for me or this world is gone.

Wyn Barratt May 2013

Lord, Are You There?

I am marred by the incurable

My decisions named ‘deplorable’

And everything I touch turns into sand

The storms of life have weakened me

All hope has now seeped out of me

I want to get away from this ‘holy’ band.

My memories no longer sweet

They mock me as I wake or weep

I cannot move, oh Lord, please take my hand

The wisdom that I know I need

Eludes me though I pray and plead

My future cannot be in this hard land.

Is there a place that I may hide

Until You take me as Your bride

Where I can write of love to You alone?

The judgments that are hurled at me

From those who say they care for me

Just drive me out to find another home.

Is there a land where no one knows

That I am shy, withdrawn, morose

Where I might find a non judgmental friend?

Where can I watch the restless sea

That fills a yearning need in me

Lord, are You there? Please hold me at the end.

Wyn Barratt  May 2013.

Seventy Times Seven

Seventy times seven those words came through today

Seventy times seven my sins are washed away

Seventy times seven my Lord has lifted me

And a million times a million He has shown His love for me.

As I lift up a tear stained face confessing that I’ve failed

To honour You in all my ways and see the hands I’ve nailed

I feel You touch my head with love as You’ve forgiven me

And the sunlight glistens on the page that You renewed for me.

A second chance, yes, many more than that I have received

A true confession and remorse I’ve laid down at Your feet

You lifted me as all my heart just melted with your love

And here I find a fresh new day in the light shed from above.

Wyn Barratt  May 2013

I'm So Glad I Asked

 I’m so glad I asked You to undertake

You know I get muddled and the mistakes that I make

I just want Your perfect will for my life

Or I get into trouble, yes, trouble and strife.

I opened my heart so You know my desires

But they’re not set in stone and the enemy conspires

I’ll leave it to You, Lord, to lead me aright

I can only be happy if You’re King of my life.

So I set down before You the steps that I took

My intention was just to sit beside a clear brook

To daydream and write of the Saviour I love

To share with some others about our home above.

But the things that I touched have just crumbled away

My dreams are all shattered and hope’s died with the day

So now I surrender and ask You dear Lord

Please take my hand; guide me; I need You on board.

Not as a sailor or even first mate

I need You as Captain for You are first rate

I told You my dreams but my life story’s Yours

You’ll write the ending if I follow Your course.

Wyn Barratt  May 2013.

Faith

Faith is a quiet room to hide
Within its strong, firm walls
A place where nought else comes inside
And God fills all our thoughts.

Please Help Me.

Please help me Lord in all I do

To keep my eyes fixed on You

To keep Eternity in mind

Remaining gentle, humble, kind.

Perfection’s still eluding me

But You are perfect, and it’s You I see

I know I’ve grumbled when I’ve seen

You work through others but not through me.

When I withhold from Your dear heart

Some little thing or tiny part

That’s not surrendered, kept as mine

That is the start of my decline.

So help me Lord, each day, each hour

To surrender to You and claim Your power

For I am not a helpless child

But a follower of Jesus, the meek and mild.

You are the light that shows the way

But mine the power to disobey

This power I surrender, may it never return

Until my life’s ended Lord, let my heart burn

With love and with passion to do all Your will

Take me and keep this restless heart still

I have nought to be proud of and nor can I stand

Without You are close Lord, and have hold of my hand.

Wyn Barratt  May 2013.

A Hundred Thousand

I’ve a hundred thousand reasons Lord to love You

For a hundred thousand sins You’ve washed away

And a hundred thousand times that You have lifted me

When I fell as I tried to run away.

A hundred thousand times You’ve said You love me

And a million times You’ve proved that this is true

So what else can I say except  ‘I love You’

And it’s time I proved that this is true too.

Wyn Barratt.  May 2013.

Keep My Vision Clear.

Dear Father, keep my vision clear

Let my will never interfere

With anything that You would do

Or any sight I think is You

Pointing the way that I should go.

Please give me clearly ‘Yes’ or ‘No’.

My wits are dull my thoughts confused

Don’t let the enemy take and use

The things that only You have given

The gifts that point my way to Heaven

I am Your child and would remain

Placid, obedient, not giving pain.

A gentle servant, full of love

For those You groom for life above

With peaceful, non-judgmental care

For those in pain and lying there.

This poem, you see, still has no end

Like my future Lord, on You depends.

No more I see, but only You

You alone show me what to do

So here I am; my pen; my day

Is Yours in secret or in open way

My future known to only You

My past beneath the Blood, that’s true

What I’m to be is almost passed

But I am Yours; that’s what will last.

So Father keep my vision clear

Let my will never interfere.

Wyn Barratt  May 2013.