Monday, December 28, 2009

A Work In Progress

I am not a text book Christian,
falling short so many ways.
But I know my God is with me,
The Author of my days.

I know there is a Reason,
and a purpose to it all.
To everything a Season,
and He Loves us through it all.

I don’t always make it into church,
Or spend my day in prayer.
Seldom get it right at all,
But God is ever there.

A square peg in a round hole,
Much carving yet to do.
At best, a work in progress,
and my heart is ever true.

To live by Grace,
With Joy embrace,
The wonder of it all,
From Mountains to the valleys,
Creator of it all.

May I never fit into a mould,
For then I would not be,
Open to the heart of One,
within the Heart of me.

2 Corinthians 12:9,
‘My Grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness.’

Christmas Bells

The Christmas bells are ringing.
Wear your pretty dress,
A smile, a song, a hug for all.
Give this day your best.

The Birthday of our Savior.
Rejoice, in deed and heart.
Angels sing in Heaven,
Dear Lord, How Great Thou Art.

Tell those you love, I love you.
Husbands kiss your wives,
and wives, be women all day long.
Glad to be alive.

Dance like no ones looking.
Sing like no one hears.
Spend time with your children,
this precious time of year.

Goodwill to men, and Peace on Earth.
The Christmas bells still ring.
Despite two thousand years or more,
Hosanna to The King.

The Reason For The Season

I watch the Christmas shoppers,
Running to and fro,
Trying to buy happiness,
wrapped up in a bow.

Spending every dollar,
getting deeper into debt.
Not too much of Jesus shines,
Did the world forget?

The gift of Love is in your heart
and money cannot buy
The Reason for the Season,
The babe who came to die.

So all alone, one tiny child.
Up against the world.
Borne to the lowliest of them,
A carpenter, a girl.

Not all wrapped up in tinsel,
On that Holy Blessed night.
but Grace, defying reason,
and Hope, we get it right.

May all the true Magic of this Holiday Season shine in hearts across the world.
Merry Christmas to all, with Love,

Tuesday, December 22, 2009


So much of life, I just don’t get,
no matter how I try.
Arrogance and foolish pride,
those who never cry.
People giving up on dreams,
settling for less.
Never ending circles,
of tragedy and mess.
Those who die too early,
those who live too long.
Four year olds, with filthy mouths,
Children with no song.

Then there is the other side,
Like Heaven’s dew in morning,
Washing all the dirt away,
Hope and promise dawning.
Wanted children, born in love.
Couples growing old.
Gentle hearts and Charity.
Wonders to behold.
The first steps of an infant.
Love light in your eyes.
Mountains topped with silver snow,
Sunshine and blue skies.

One day to understand it all,
but up until such time.
I much prefer the other side,
Where Love and Grace are mine.
God is God, and I am me.
A tiny speck of dust.
Blown every way, then back to Him.
Keeper of my trust.
Dreams are ever out there.
Hope can fill the heart.
A walk of Faith,
The Dance of Life,
and only valid part.

1 Corinthians 13:12,
'For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Tears For A Friend

I wish that I could tell you,
all the words I want to say.
When there is no hope left to find,
all we can do is pray.

So I pray for you my sister,
your children and your heart.
I know that God is in this too,
have known that from the start.

You came to me so long ago,
we have traveled far.
Not on any easy path,
but God knows where you are.

He knew that you would need a friend,
one who knew the deal.
Not a fair one, paved with scars,
God, and time, to heal.

When darkness comes, don’t be afraid.
I will hold your hand.
Help you any way I can.
Help you just to stand.

Life isn’t fair, or easy.
but you were blessed by love.
A kind and gentle friend to all,
Gone home to rest Above.

Be brave my dearest sister.
Be strong, and seek His Face,
and when grief overcomes you,
Let go, in His Embrace.

I know that He will help you.
and pray you will know too.
When there is no hope left to find,
God comes down to you.

Monday, December 14, 2009

My Country

I wonder how you are today,
my green and pleasant land.
My family, my country,
so far from touching hands.

I think about your Seasons.
Mist upon the moor.
Springtime and the daffodils,
snowdrops at the door.

I think about the cottages.
Tiny cobbled streets.
Good Mornings,
and Good Afternoons,
The way the English greet.

My mother’s polished Copper.
My father’s jug of beer.
A ploughman’s lunch,
Instead of brunch,
How everyone said ,’Cheers.’

I remember sketching on the River banks.
Feeding pigeons in the Square.
Galleries of History.
Sunday Markets open air.

Ponies roaming through the vale,
Rolling hills, and heather.
Forest Glades,
footpaths made,
walking in all weather.

From time to time I yearn for you,
my green and pleasant land,
Precious island of my birth,
So far, from touching hands.

Just The Way He Made Me

I don’t have to be,
any one but me.
I’m O.K.
the way,
He made me.

Ever gentle,
ever kind,
ever learning,
and I don’t mind.

He has a Plan,
I play a part,
with all my soul,
and all my heart.
the way,
He made me.

I may not fit,
into a box.
Nor on a pedestal,
my Rock,
is ever Faithful.
Ever Real,
to help the scars of this life heal.
Shine the sun on rainy days.
Raise me up and point the way.
Assure my heart,
that I’m O.K.
the way,
He made me.


This Time Of Year

Oh how I miss you at this time of year.
Can you see me from Heaven staying the tears.
I can’t tell the world, and I can’t tell the kids,
but I miss you so much, and the things that we did.

I buried myself in this farm,a career.
Loving the One that we both held so dear.
Providing for all, and I don’t mind that part,
but Oh how I miss, just sharing my heart.

Some one said you’d be so proud of all we have done,
by the Grace of our Savior, a race still to run.
I think you would laugh, at ‘your girl’, and her life.
but Oh how I miss, just being your wife.

Such a friendship we shared, through the good and the bad.
Loving and laughing, no time to be sad.
Through all the wonder, and through every trial.
Together In Him, making all things worthwhile.

So we put up the tree, and for all I am worth,
Celebrate Jesus, to Honor His Birth.
Pray to stay Joyful, and pray Morning will come.
This Time of Year, can be so hard, for some.

praying for all who feel this most difficult time of year........

James 4: 8
'Draw nigh to God, and he will draw nigh to you.'

The Reason for the Season. The Reason for it all.
in His Love..........


For God So Loved The World

The Angels lulled the Heavens,
and stars lit up the sky.
The night God sent His Son to earth,
Born for us, to die.

I wonder how He felt that night,
Watching from above.
No room at the inn,
For His precious gift of Love.

So quietly and tenderly,
The image in my heart.
The Saviour of the World,
Eternal candle in the dark.

A tiny baby crying
In a stable so forlorn.
Lamb of God, Messiah.
The Reason He was born.

God shone 'His' Light where Jesus lay.
to say,’Behold my Son.’
I wonder if His heart was torn,
The moment it was done.


John 3:16,
'For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him, should not perish, but have eternal life.'

Sunday, December 13, 2009


People matter,
to me.

I see,
and dare,
to care.

for a kinder hand.


every way.
to dull the pain,
of one more day.

The old,
the sick,
the dying
to live.

the hurtful
words of need.
Born of a world,
in self,
and greed,
just spilling out,
where torn hearts bleed,
and know,
that people matter

Christmas With Jesus

I remember that Christmas,
so haunted with pain.
The last words you said,
“Come kiss me again.’
I remember I asked,
‘would you like me to stay?’
and you smiled,
‘I am fine,
watch our son
his school play.’

The next time I saw you,
later that night.
You didn’t see me,
and nothing was right.
So many tubes,
so much awful sound.
I cried out to God,
for His Mercy,
I found.

Witnessed your battle,
of unending pain.
Day after day,
then all over again.
I had promised to Love you,
Honor , Obey.
One final request,
not to end it, this way.

‘Let him go, let him be.’
I lay down by your side,
whispered assurance,
my heart could not hide.
‘It’s alright to go Home now,
we will be fine.
Take hold of His Hand,
and He will hold mine.
Thank you for all things.
Thank you for Love.
Spend Christmas with Jesus.
In Glory, above.’

I know you are walking,
on streets made of Gold.
Singing with Angels,
Saints young and old.
Free from this world,
with it’s heartache,
and pain.
and I know that one day,
I will see you again.


When life gets tough,
Do we give up?
So easy that would be.
We make a choice,
despair, Rejoice,
even in adversity.

Perhaps you lost a loved one,
No work, no Hope, no home.
Thinking, where is God in this?
So weary, saints have grown.

and Holidays,
The hardest time,
for those who stand alone.
Satan does his very best,
To crush God's very Own.

Just like the Starfish story,
So many on the shore.
What is the point , of helping one,
When every day brings more.

Remember one small baby,
No room at the Inn.
Remember how the world was then,
and what we did to Him.

Born to die in anguish,
Prophecy fulfilled.
One gentle man, against the world.
Living out God’s Will.

Ask the one small starfish,
The one who learned to swim.
What would have happened to that soul?
Without the Grace of Him.

Draw nigh, and read the ‘Living Word.’
Pray hard, and count the Stars.
Look around , and Thank The Lord,
For bringing us thus far.

We cannot change the flow of tide.
We cannot change the Season.
All He said will come to pass.
One day, to know the reason.

When life gets tough,
Do we give up?
So easy that would be.
We make a choice,
despair, Rejoice,
even in adversity.


The Starfish Story:

Once there was an old man, who went down to the seashore every morning.
The tide would wash up hundreds of starfish, who lay there dying on the sand.
Each day, whatever the weather, and however weary the old man was, he would go down to the beach and throw the starfish back into the ocean.

One day a young boy , who had witnessed his devotion , came up and asked him, “ Sir, why do you do this, don’t you know there will be hundreds more tomorrow?”
The old man looked up, with tearful eyes, “of course I know, that’s why I come.”
“but Sir, isn’t that all a little pointless?”, laughed the boy, thinking the old man was a fool.

The old man looked out at the Sea, and up to the Heavens, then answered.
“ Ask the ones who Live.”

Matthew 28:20,
'and, lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end of the world.' Jesus.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

The Last To Be The First

Lord move among Your People,
In Righteousness, and Prayer.
Fill us with Conviction,
That All can see You there.

Bless Your Holy Remnant,
In Jesus name I pray,
To move among Your precious lambs,
drive the wolves away.

Strengthen us, for we are few,
and weak, so full of sin.
Draw us closer,to Your Heart.
When Faith is wearing thin.

I can see Your Sacrifice.
Still nailed by men today,
and I see my Jesus,
Spat upon, along the way.


I can hear His Voice of Love,
Whispered down through You,
Forgive them, Lord Forgive them,
For they know not what they do.

This world so full of Evil.
So much suffering and Pain.
Help us to Restore your Bride,
To Honor You again.

In Gentleness, and Purity,
The last to be the first.
To offer Living Water,
For so many that still thirst.

Move among Your People Lord,
In Jesus name I pray.
Assurance in a broken world,
There will be,
A Brand New Day.


Once there was a little girl,
who loved to sit in trees.
Without a care,
sun streaked hair,
just dancing in the breeze.
Chasing butterflies all day,
gathering the flowers.
Talking to the birds and bees,
for many precious hours.

Then she grew,
life rearranged,
the order of her day.
Time took hold,
Love grew cold,
and some dreams blew away.
It got so dark, some years ago,
the flowers ceased to bloom.
A never ending tunnel,
Of Grief, Despair, and Gloom.

The smallest sunbeam danced inside,
and Light began to shine.
Not all at once,
but Day by Day.
Drops of Healing Wine.

Now there is a Child of God,
Who loves to watch the trees.
Feel the sunshine warm her skin,
Standing in the breeze.
Watch the animals at play.
Smell Heaven in the flowers.
Hear His Music in the birds,
Reclaim each stolen hour.

Consider every day,
another Stepping stone to Him.
The One who never left her side,
When Hope was growing thin.
Fingerprints of Heaven,
In all her eyes behold.
Wonder upon wonder still,
Never growing old.

Perhaps a wrinkle here and there.
Perhaps a scar or two,
but none the less,
Her heart is blessed,
because The Light,
came through.

John 8:12,
Then spake Jesus again unto them, saying, ‘I am the light of the world: he that followed me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life.’


When life throws you lemons,
make lemonade.
Then share it with Jesus,
Thank God you are Saved.

When black clouds are gathered,
Go dance in the rain.
Look for the Rainbow,
Then Thank God again.

When you think you are weary,
Remember the Cross.
All that He suffered,
That we are not lost.

Don’t let Satan taunt you,
Walk strong and walk tall,
For we serve a God,
Who is Greater than All.

From one who knows lemons,
seen plenty of rain.
There will always be trials,
and always be pain.

and Always His Love,
and Always His Smile,
When we make lemonade,
and go dancing awhile.

--------------------- for Judy, with love.

Mary's Child

Many , many years ago, a teenage girl gave birth.
In a dark and lowly stable, on the straw, and damp, cold earth.
All of heaven watching, as the babe became a boy,
learned to talk, play and walk,
Firstborn pride and joy.

Every time he stumbled, his mother ran to see.
Wipe his tears, still his fears, bandage wounded knees.
When he had a fever she would swaddle him with love,
rocking, singing lullabies,
witnessed from above.

His father taught him Carpentry, a boy should learn a trade.
His oldest son, ‘Beloved One,’ a young man to be made.
Teaching all the skills he knew, walk tall and unafraid,
schooling him as best he could,
for the rest he prayed.

So it was he grew in years.
Learned to teach and heal.
Gentle, kind, and gracious,
Stamped with Heavens seal.


Mary cried a thousand tears, the day her Jesus died.
Pierced and torn in anguish, as the spear lunged in His side.
Lifting hands to Heaven, for God’s Mercy to prevail.
Far beyond a mothers heart, as God allowed each nail.

Even Angels closed their eyes, that day upon the Cross.
The Holy One, Gods only Son,
Born to die, to save the lost.

The veil was torn, and Hope reborn, as Jesus Rose Again.
‘The Christmas Child’, unwrapping God, every day since then.
Celebrate ‘Emmanuel,’ His birth and Crucifixion.
His Grace and Living Presence, with hearts of true conviction.

Regift His Love each moment, tell others of ‘His Story.’
So much more than once a year,
Mary’s child.
Gods Glory.


written in His Love.

Did You Know

 Did you know? God loves you so, exactly as you are. You don’t have to be a Hero, or the brightest of the stars. You don’t have to be amazing, Squeaky clean, or always right. Just you, the way He made you, With Him, to be the Light. Did you know God loves the Sinner, and that includes us all. None of us are perfect, and all of us will fall. Even those who live to serve, Will sometimes fail the test, but Jesus goes on Loving us, and bringing out the best. So if you feel forsaken, Just know He Loves you still. Faith is tried and tested, To grow stronger in His Will. There is only One real Hero. Only One Bright Star, Jehovah Jireh, Jesus, Who Loves you as you are.


Standing for my gentle King,
quietly, with Love.
Knowing nothing matters more,
than living Him, Above.

No trumpets blaring loudly,
No, Holier than thou.
No ,I know all the answers,
just God and me somehow.

Quietly with kindness,
Faithful through all.
He is the Almighty,
and I… very small.

but with Him,
I see oceans part,
and mountains moved away.
Hope among the Hopeless,
Rainbows every day.

Sunshine in the darkest clouds.
Roses in the weeds.
Quietly, The Face of Love,
Taking care of needs.

Every day I see Him move,
a little at a time.
Gently healing, Grace revealing,
His heart, hearing mine.

Standing for my gentle King,
quietly, with Love.
Knowing nothing matters more,
Than living Him, Above.


Look at you now,
tugging my sleeve.
More than I had hoped for,
ever believed.
Black curls cascading,
the bluest of eyes,
giggling and sparkling,
such a Blessed surprise.

‘I’m a First Grader,
My name is Maria,
(in English so clear.)
My Mom got remarried.
My new Dad is cool.
Now I am legal,
and I go to school.’

She jumped up and down,
Full of joy, full of pride,
and I heard a soft whisper,
from somewhere inside.
‘Rejoice in Maria,
every moment worthwhile.
Miracles happen,
Just look at her smile.’

Maria, Maria,
God loves you so,
and my heart is bursting,
far more than you know.
Black curls cascading,
so prettily dressed.
Glittering Hope,
and my world,
has been Blessed.

Thank You

Sometimes God sends us angels,
another hand to hold.
Stepping stones, of guidance,
when love is growing cold.
They may not be there always,
perhaps just passing through,
but I know they are straight from Him,
ever watching all we do.

My life is touched by angels,
whenever my step falters.
A brother or a sister comes,
to help me walk on water.
I may not be the strongest,
may I never be so grand!
but I am ever Thankful,
to God's Own, who took my hand.

with heartfelt thanks, to all who have lifted me in prayer, and fellowship, during a recent bout of illness, and especially Jesus! always.
Rejoicing in Him, and fully restored........

One Day At A Time

 One day at a time Lord. Help me to live. Even abased, still willing to give. All that I have, and all that I am. One day at a time Lord. All that I can. One day at a time Lord. Help me to sing. Songs full of Hope, Rejoicing in Him. Drinking the sunshine, Hearing Your Call. One day at a time Lord. All upon All. and when I am weary, when I am lost. bring me to tears, at the Foot of The Cross. Help me remember, the Price that was paid. One day at a time Lord, that we may be Saved. Fill me to Pour me, Pour me to Fill. One day at a time, Ever living Your Will.


Greater Than It All

I love You Lord,
and lift my heart,
Poured out,
and Blessed,
to be a part,
of something Greater than it all.
Knowing I am Oh so small,
just a breath among it all.

A vapor,
passing through.
On my way to Worship You.
In Fullness, kneeling at the Throne.
Finally, to make it Home.

Even so, anoint my heart,
that self can play no active part.
Every day to serve my King .
Flying where the Angels sing,
and Love comes down,
in tears of Grace,
another soul,
to see Your Face,
the way that I see You.

In Jesus name,
Beneath Your Wings.
Whatever Lord,
this journey brings,
I love You,
and I lift my heart.
So very blessed,
to be a part.
Of something Greater than it all.
I feel Your Presence,
Hear the Call.
Peace and Joy,
within it all,
on my way to Worship You.

I Wish I Knew

I can’t fix the world, Lord.
I can’t mend a heart.
I can’t do one single thing,
unless You are a part.

I can’t go into work Lord,
without a prayer to You,
I am no use to anyone,
Unless of use to You.

but I can be a hand to hold,
and I can be a smile.
The one to help you sing a song,
Love on you a while.

I can help you learn to read,
and write, and laugh out loud.
and I can help you stand up strong,
where childhood is allowed.

But that’s about the size of it,
and Lord I wish I knew.
A way to fix the children,
to lead them back to You.


Matthew 19:14,
‘But Jesus said, Suffer little children, and forbid them not to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven.’