I want to tell you a story about a most wonder man;
To really extol all His virtues, I’m not sure that I can;
I was only a little baby when I encountered Him first,
I was probably only a year or two old, with a milky insatiable thirst.
My mum introduced me to Him; she’d know Him for ages you see,
She told me that I ought to meet Him and he’d be quite pleased to meet me.
And as I grew older and wiser I would love him myself more and more;
I found out that He was my hero and someone that I could adore.
He’d comfort me when I was lonely; He’d be near me if I was in pain;
He’d gather me close and caress me; He’d touch me again and again.
And as I continued to meet Him, Him leading I couldn’t resist;
He wanted me always beside Him; if I left Him I’d sorely be missed.
This wonder man is so close now we’re never a moment apart;
I love Him so much I’m in Heaven; I’ll hold Him for aye in my heart.
Yes I’ve fallen in love with Jesus; He loved me so much He could die,
And that’s what He did just to save me; I love Him so much I could cry.
I could tell you hundreds of stories to illustrate His love and care,
But you just have to look in the bible and all of the stories are there.
So ask Him this wonder saviour, persist in your courtship and love
And He’ll love you on earth for your lifetime, then in Heaven He’ll greet you above.
He’ll welcome you with His arms open, He’ll embrace you and then He will say
“I’m so pleased you’ve come, I’ve been waiting, isn’t this a glorious day?”
“I’ve got a home ready for you; it’s finished and furnished with love;
Come and share it with me my beloved, let us live in this mansion of love.”
Friday, 15 July 2011
A Valentine’s Lament
I’m one of Britain’s unclaimed treasures in the antique shop of life,
I’ve never been a sweetheart and I’ve never been a wife.
Nobody’s ever sent me a laced trimmed valentine,
Nobody’s ever told me “O dearest please be mine.”
Now why is this I ask myself I’m really not that bad?
Why am I told “You will never miss what you have never had.”?
I’ve tried it on with him and him and him and him and him,
I’ve looked with love and longing at Charles and Fred and Jim.
I’ve flirted with the husband of several of my mates,
But I’ve never made them jealous, well, I don’t get any dates.
My shelf’s getting very rickety; I hope that I don’t fall,
I’d have to scramble back myself, there’s none to hear my call.
O somebody who’s out there please hear my request,
Send to me a valentine, one of your very best.
Tell me I am wonderful; tell me I am kind,
But please, please, PLEASE don’t ever tell me that all true love is blind.
I’ve never been a sweetheart and I’ve never been a wife.
Nobody’s ever sent me a laced trimmed valentine,
Nobody’s ever told me “O dearest please be mine.”
Now why is this I ask myself I’m really not that bad?
Why am I told “You will never miss what you have never had.”?
I’ve tried it on with him and him and him and him and him,
I’ve looked with love and longing at Charles and Fred and Jim.
I’ve flirted with the husband of several of my mates,
But I’ve never made them jealous, well, I don’t get any dates.
My shelf’s getting very rickety; I hope that I don’t fall,
I’d have to scramble back myself, there’s none to hear my call.
O somebody who’s out there please hear my request,
Send to me a valentine, one of your very best.
Tell me I am wonderful; tell me I am kind,
But please, please, PLEASE don’t ever tell me that all true love is blind.
A Halloween Lament
I’m a witch that’s made redundant; I’ve been and got the sack;
They’ve taken away me union card and they won’t give it back.
They’ve broken up me broomstick and chased away me cat,
Now all I’ve got is me book of spells and me big tall witch’s hat.
I used to be successful, I worked me spells alright,
I flew around and frightened folk in the middle of the night;
But one late night I lost me way, so dark I couldn’t see,
I landed me broomstick stuck in a farmer’s apple tree.
He wasn’t none too happy, to be honest nor was I,
I’m not that fond of apples excepting in a pie.
A branch had pierced me “You know what” and scratched me “You know where.”
I’d apples up me jumper and I’d tangled up me hair.
Another day I worked a spell to start a shower of rain,
But I hadn’t got the spell worked out to turn it off again.
The countryside was flooded from Land’s End to John O’Groats,
And the only happy people were the ones who sold raincoats.
A mean princess once asked me to turn a prince into a frog,
I ended up by turning her into a puppy dog;
She yapped at people’s ankles and tiddled on the floor,
And then she bit my finger to even up the score.
I once attempted something that really was quite hard,
I tried to make an express train from someone’s credit card,
It should have been quite easy but of course I made a mess,
And all I finished up with was American Express.
So now I’m still redundant, will no one take me in?
I’ll bring alone me book of spells and me real teak rollin’ pin.
I’m not too bad at pastry if you don’t mind if its green,
I make quite tasty sandwiches with beetles in between.
I’ll make the beds and sweep the floors and answer the doorbells,
But don’t ask me for magic, I’M JUST NO GOOD AT SPELLS!
They’ve taken away me union card and they won’t give it back.
They’ve broken up me broomstick and chased away me cat,
Now all I’ve got is me book of spells and me big tall witch’s hat.
I used to be successful, I worked me spells alright,
I flew around and frightened folk in the middle of the night;
But one late night I lost me way, so dark I couldn’t see,
I landed me broomstick stuck in a farmer’s apple tree.
He wasn’t none too happy, to be honest nor was I,
I’m not that fond of apples excepting in a pie.
A branch had pierced me “You know what” and scratched me “You know where.”
I’d apples up me jumper and I’d tangled up me hair.
Another day I worked a spell to start a shower of rain,
But I hadn’t got the spell worked out to turn it off again.
The countryside was flooded from Land’s End to John O’Groats,
And the only happy people were the ones who sold raincoats.
A mean princess once asked me to turn a prince into a frog,
I ended up by turning her into a puppy dog;
She yapped at people’s ankles and tiddled on the floor,
And then she bit my finger to even up the score.
I once attempted something that really was quite hard,
I tried to make an express train from someone’s credit card,
It should have been quite easy but of course I made a mess,
And all I finished up with was American Express.
So now I’m still redundant, will no one take me in?
I’ll bring alone me book of spells and me real teak rollin’ pin.
I’m not too bad at pastry if you don’t mind if its green,
I make quite tasty sandwiches with beetles in between.
I’ll make the beds and sweep the floors and answer the doorbells,
But don’t ask me for magic, I’M JUST NO GOOD AT SPELLS!
God’s Generous Gift’s
When God created heaven and earth and brought the entire world to birth,
He made the sky, He made the stars, He made the sun and earth and Mars
The great creations work He wrought and man into the world He brought.
But then His hand created more, I wonder what He made them for?
God didn’t need to make us flowers so beautiful in beds and bowers,
The smallest snowdrop in the spring is fairer far than anything.
Man’s hand can fashion or design, yet in it’s sweetness it is mine.
The daffodil, narcissus fair, God didn’t need to place them there.
He didn’t need to make a rose that fragrant fair in garden grows,
He didn’t need to make a tree so stately tall and blowing free.
He didn’t need to make a stream, where we can idly sit and dream,
Or birds to sing and fill the air with music for our ears to hear.
The lily of the valley neat perfumes the air with fragrance sweet,
God didn’t need to make it so, without it’s scent it still could grow.
The numbers of these extra gifts from God’s own hands our spirits lift.
They help to make our lives worthwhile they help us laugh, they help us smile.
But OH the greatest gift we know, God sent His son on earth to grow.
To be a man and then to die that we might live with Him on high.
He didn’t need this gift to make, to sacrifice Christ for our sake,
But yet He did and so I say “Let us rejoice on Easter Day”
For Christ arose to live forever, no power on earth that bond can sever.
“Twixt Him and us, so let us sing” He lives for aye, our Lord and King.
He made the sky, He made the stars, He made the sun and earth and Mars
The great creations work He wrought and man into the world He brought.
But then His hand created more, I wonder what He made them for?
God didn’t need to make us flowers so beautiful in beds and bowers,
The smallest snowdrop in the spring is fairer far than anything.
Man’s hand can fashion or design, yet in it’s sweetness it is mine.
The daffodil, narcissus fair, God didn’t need to place them there.
He didn’t need to make a rose that fragrant fair in garden grows,
He didn’t need to make a tree so stately tall and blowing free.
He didn’t need to make a stream, where we can idly sit and dream,
Or birds to sing and fill the air with music for our ears to hear.
The lily of the valley neat perfumes the air with fragrance sweet,
God didn’t need to make it so, without it’s scent it still could grow.
The numbers of these extra gifts from God’s own hands our spirits lift.
They help to make our lives worthwhile they help us laugh, they help us smile.
But OH the greatest gift we know, God sent His son on earth to grow.
To be a man and then to die that we might live with Him on high.
He didn’t need this gift to make, to sacrifice Christ for our sake,
But yet He did and so I say “Let us rejoice on Easter Day”
For Christ arose to live forever, no power on earth that bond can sever.
“Twixt Him and us, so let us sing” He lives for aye, our Lord and King.
Summers gone by…
Now what are your memories of summer? Of days that are long gone and past. Are your memories of wall to wall sunshine, of warm days that went on and on?
When I think of my childhood in London, and yes I was once a child; I think of the outdoors and playtime of weather so gentle and mild.
Of Wanstead Park just outside London, from home a good four miles walk, but no one complained of the distance, we filled travelling time with fun talk.
I remember too Wanstead flats funfair, of roundabouts coloured so bright. It was nice going there in the daylight, but magic on a warm summer’s night.
Big brothers would try to win coconuts and O the sweet coconut taste, if you used the shells to make noises then never a scrap went to waste.
Then there were the days of high summer when out on the pavement we’d play, no traffic for danger or noises, we’d wile daylight hours all away.
We’d play whip and top or with yoyo’s or sit on the step playing jacks, we’d not worry about too much sunshine, we liked the warm sun on our backs.
We loved playing mothers and fathers, our children were so good and kind, even when dad went off to the office leaving hard working mothers behind.
Our dinners were flowers and privet on sycamore leaves nicely set. We never considered it might rain and all of our dinners get wet.
But of course the real highlight of summer was the Lowestoft trip on the train, we came different months every year but never had one drop of rain.
In fact it was such a sure happening that it would be sunny and bright. Lots of friends said “Let’s follow the Sexton’s then the weather is sure to be right.”
We’d be first on the beach every morning with socks and shoes off in a trice
and into the water to paddle and didn’t the wavelets feel nice?
And then there were sandwiches eaten with plenty of sand from the beach, and ice creams that now cost a fortune, and then were just one halfpenny each.
By lunchtime the sand was real burning but we didn’t mind the heat; we’d walk on the prom with no shoes on and really toughened our feet.
Mind you there were times we felt sorry our feet were all naked and bare, a cigarette end or a plumstone and we wished we were allowed to swear!
Then back on the beach after eating, the old Punch and Judy was great, or out on a rowboat and hoping the boatman was needing a mate.
Or if we weren’t on it we’d push it and cheer as it floated away, and then we’d await its returning and from the sea haul it away.
We loved to return after teatime to play on the sand for a while, and as the warm darkness descended we’d walk for mile after mile.
Then sometimes we’d watch from the promenade and see the sunshine on the sea. And no place on earth could attract more – there’s nowhere we’d rather be.
These are some of my memories of summer remembered with joy and with love. I thank the dear Lord for my summers and the blessings received from above.
When I think of my childhood in London, and yes I was once a child; I think of the outdoors and playtime of weather so gentle and mild.
Of Wanstead Park just outside London, from home a good four miles walk, but no one complained of the distance, we filled travelling time with fun talk.
I remember too Wanstead flats funfair, of roundabouts coloured so bright. It was nice going there in the daylight, but magic on a warm summer’s night.
Big brothers would try to win coconuts and O the sweet coconut taste, if you used the shells to make noises then never a scrap went to waste.
Then there were the days of high summer when out on the pavement we’d play, no traffic for danger or noises, we’d wile daylight hours all away.
We’d play whip and top or with yoyo’s or sit on the step playing jacks, we’d not worry about too much sunshine, we liked the warm sun on our backs.
We loved playing mothers and fathers, our children were so good and kind, even when dad went off to the office leaving hard working mothers behind.
Our dinners were flowers and privet on sycamore leaves nicely set. We never considered it might rain and all of our dinners get wet.
But of course the real highlight of summer was the Lowestoft trip on the train, we came different months every year but never had one drop of rain.
In fact it was such a sure happening that it would be sunny and bright. Lots of friends said “Let’s follow the Sexton’s then the weather is sure to be right.”
We’d be first on the beach every morning with socks and shoes off in a trice
and into the water to paddle and didn’t the wavelets feel nice?
And then there were sandwiches eaten with plenty of sand from the beach, and ice creams that now cost a fortune, and then were just one halfpenny each.
By lunchtime the sand was real burning but we didn’t mind the heat; we’d walk on the prom with no shoes on and really toughened our feet.
Mind you there were times we felt sorry our feet were all naked and bare, a cigarette end or a plumstone and we wished we were allowed to swear!
Then back on the beach after eating, the old Punch and Judy was great, or out on a rowboat and hoping the boatman was needing a mate.
Or if we weren’t on it we’d push it and cheer as it floated away, and then we’d await its returning and from the sea haul it away.
We loved to return after teatime to play on the sand for a while, and as the warm darkness descended we’d walk for mile after mile.
Then sometimes we’d watch from the promenade and see the sunshine on the sea. And no place on earth could attract more – there’s nowhere we’d rather be.
These are some of my memories of summer remembered with joy and with love. I thank the dear Lord for my summers and the blessings received from above.
Just Suppose
Just suppose that God in heaven had not sent His son to earth,
Just suppose that hosts of angels had not carolled at His birth,
Just suppose that all His childhood He’d not lived a life of truth,
Just suppose He’d not had Mary there to guide Him as a youth.
Just suppose that He’d not chosen fishermen to be His friends,
Just suppose that they’d not helped Him to achieve His Father’s ends.
Just suppose there’d been no Easter, just suppose He had not died,
Just suppose that on that Friday – just suppose He’d turned aside.
Just suppose He’d not been willing pain and death to suffer there,
Just suppose that He’d rejected cruel nails and thorns to bear.
Just suppose they’d let Barrabas suffer on the cruel tree,
Just suppose that “God forgive them” had been an unuttered plea.
Just suppose that on the Sunday they had found Him in the tomb,
Just suppose He had not risen to save man from death and gloom.
Just suppose that God in heaven did not care what happens here,
Just suppose that, when we call, His spirit is not always near.
But we know that, just as springtime brings new life to this dark world,
Just as trees and buds and flowers in the warning earth unfold,
So we know the God the Father, God the Son and Spirit too,
Will fulfil the Easter promise Jesus lives for me and you, but
Just suppose we were not ready this great truth to comprehend.
He had promised all who love Him, “I am with you to the end”, so
Just suppose that, when our end comes, we are fearful, sore afraid,
We will feel His loving presence and His arms around us laid.
Just suppose we had no voices, but thank God, that isn’t true.
So just suppose we shout to heaven, Hallelujah Praise to You!
Though I put my name to this, truthfully it wrote itself.” K.M.S.
Just suppose that hosts of angels had not carolled at His birth,
Just suppose that all His childhood He’d not lived a life of truth,
Just suppose He’d not had Mary there to guide Him as a youth.
Just suppose that He’d not chosen fishermen to be His friends,
Just suppose that they’d not helped Him to achieve His Father’s ends.
Just suppose there’d been no Easter, just suppose He had not died,
Just suppose that on that Friday – just suppose He’d turned aside.
Just suppose He’d not been willing pain and death to suffer there,
Just suppose that He’d rejected cruel nails and thorns to bear.
Just suppose they’d let Barrabas suffer on the cruel tree,
Just suppose that “God forgive them” had been an unuttered plea.
Just suppose that on the Sunday they had found Him in the tomb,
Just suppose He had not risen to save man from death and gloom.
Just suppose that God in heaven did not care what happens here,
Just suppose that, when we call, His spirit is not always near.
But we know that, just as springtime brings new life to this dark world,
Just as trees and buds and flowers in the warning earth unfold,
So we know the God the Father, God the Son and Spirit too,
Will fulfil the Easter promise Jesus lives for me and you, but
Just suppose we were not ready this great truth to comprehend.
He had promised all who love Him, “I am with you to the end”, so
Just suppose that, when our end comes, we are fearful, sore afraid,
We will feel His loving presence and His arms around us laid.
Just suppose we had no voices, but thank God, that isn’t true.
So just suppose we shout to heaven, Hallelujah Praise to You!
Though I put my name to this, truthfully it wrote itself.” K.M.S.
Christmas shopping
Chorus: Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way
How those shops tills rattle when its time to pay
1. Under one thousand pounds, look only nine, ninety-nine, ninety-nine
Not even ten pence under, still it’s a very special line.
Chorus …
2. “Look mum a super blaster, everyone’s got one.”
Unfortunately you remember what got shot with last year’s gun!
Chorus …
3. Oh those special offers, two for the price of one
Why not make them all half price, oh no that’s not the way it’s done.
Chorus …
4. Everyone’s pushing and shoving, Christmas shopping is better done
Halfway through the summer, but then it’s not so much fun
chorus …
5. Now you can shop on the telly, how do you say “on line”?
I’m scared stiff to try it, if it went wrong the fault would be mine
I’d probably buy a gorilla or a tank or a battleship, Wow!
When I need a disc or a video, not a pig or a sheep or a cow.
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way
How those computers fool you when you shop the modern way
6. But one thing you don’t have to pay for, a free gift for me and for all
A baby born to be Saviour and laid in a cattle stall.
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way
Sing praises, joyous praises, it’s nearly Christmas day!
How those shops tills rattle when its time to pay
1. Under one thousand pounds, look only nine, ninety-nine, ninety-nine
Not even ten pence under, still it’s a very special line.
Chorus …
2. “Look mum a super blaster, everyone’s got one.”
Unfortunately you remember what got shot with last year’s gun!
Chorus …
3. Oh those special offers, two for the price of one
Why not make them all half price, oh no that’s not the way it’s done.
Chorus …
4. Everyone’s pushing and shoving, Christmas shopping is better done
Halfway through the summer, but then it’s not so much fun
chorus …
5. Now you can shop on the telly, how do you say “on line”?
I’m scared stiff to try it, if it went wrong the fault would be mine
I’d probably buy a gorilla or a tank or a battleship, Wow!
When I need a disc or a video, not a pig or a sheep or a cow.
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way
How those computers fool you when you shop the modern way
6. But one thing you don’t have to pay for, a free gift for me and for all
A baby born to be Saviour and laid in a cattle stall.
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way
Sing praises, joyous praises, it’s nearly Christmas day!
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)