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My own poems and thoughts about the things that matter in life
Enjoy thinking about the things which are priceless but can be free to you if you look hard enough. Possessions do not give us lasting pleasure. We are spiritual beings and we need a full spiritual life. Don't be side-tracked by the things you have, use them to give you time to nourish your spirit.Enjoy these Inspirational Meditations
Greater than great
An inspirational meditation on God Himself
There is never an end
To the things I can say
About You, Holy God.
You stretch back for ever
Forwards for always,
And even inwards
Forever and ever.
You are Spirit
And yet more beautiful
Than any physical being.
Scintillating and flamboyant.
Stretching our imagination
To try to get a grip
On your splendour.
I worship you humbly.
By your magnificence.
Yet you too humbled yourself
To become human as Jesus.
Dying our death for us.
Rising to bring us life.
How perfect you are in love
A few thoughts about God, which are always so inadequate
God the centre of all inspirational meditations
God the Infinite dwells with me,
Vaster than the ocean,
Deeper than the sea.
God the almighty dwells with me
Stronger than the tempest
Fiercer than tsunami
God the all-seeing, has me in his care,
Watches all around me,
God the all-knowing one,
Knows each step I take,
Watches o'er my progress,
Sleeping or awake
Dancing light unseen, unseeable.
Moving like the wind from where to where.
God my Redeemer permeating everything,
In him we live and move and are.
Music of the spheres sing his praise,
Thunderclap, volcano spout, mighty sea roar
All dwarfed by His magnificence.
Far too wonderful to be trapped in a poem, God my Creator
We all need to think about eternity
Do it now
We are living in time and yet eternity is all around us invading time. God who inhabits eternity also lives with us by his Spirit and brings eternity into our lives. We can rise above the mundane and fellowship with our God in eternity. Take time to enjoy eternity for soon there will be no more time for you. It will be good to be in eternity if you have practised being there while still being here.
From my garden
Love that never gives up
Inspirational meditation on God's love for his children
Such love for you and me,
And in such abundance.
How can we take it in?
We who are so selfish, so interested in ourselves
And yet he loves us
And goes on loving us through thick and thin.
And he will enable us to love one another,
His example will inspire us
To help each other on the road of Life.
To give even though it costs all
Just as he did for us.
There's a sting in this one
You so great and us so small without you.
God the Inspirer of all my inspirational meditations
I try to catch you with my words,
But you are elusive as an eel.
To catch the essence of you my God
But you slip through my fingers,
And will not be confined
In my understanding.
How great you are,
How small I am,
How small my picture of you.
Greatness is not enough
Splendour not sufficient
To describe you,
No word can tie you down.
I marvel at the wonder of who you are,
But my contemplation is not enough
To come near you.
And so my finite brain
Will rest in you because the work of understanding is too hard for it.
And yet you urge me on,
To try again,
To scale the heights.
Onward and upward.
Seeking after you,
In Jesus we see you,
Not a pale reflection
But the very embodiment of all that you are.
In him the immortal dies
To bring us life.
And so we should die to self
And live for him.
"O that men would praise the Lord."
O that I would.
What flimsy worship we offer you
With so little fervour,
So little energy.
Lord, stir up your spirit in me,
Get for yourself the worship due to you.
And help us cast away the trappings of our life,
That we cling to and that drag us down
May we move on to the new life
And not cling to the old.
The Fallen woman
Brash trash standing shameless in the street,
Flaunting her looks while there is time.
Beckoning with scarlet crooked talon
To attract the sleazy men in their cars.
Is this how you see her, this woman
Who has spent all her life as men's sex object?
In her childhood her father abused her
Setting her on this road.
What chance has she ever had?
No wonder the harlots really loved Jesus.
He recognised their loyalty one to another,
Their generosity of spirit
He had no trouble forgiving them.
That problem was reserved for the pharisees
So which would you rather be, the pharisee so proud and haughty,
Or the harlot humble and repentant?
Read about Rahab the harlot in another lens.
Easy to write, not so easy to do
Jesus, and can it be that you love me so.
And I so small and weak without you.
Yet you give me the heart of a lion,
When I come to you in faith.
You give me the desire to tell others
Of your saving grace,
Free to all who will believe.
Help me to take the scales from their eyes.
Poor wandering things
Entangled by the trappings of life.
The pile of possessions,
Such a crippling load.
The must-have gadgets
Stifling their souls.
The continual chasing after the wind.
Come Lord into their lives.
Bring the things that are true.
The things of yourself.
Teach us to accept your salvation
And teach us to live as you did.
Always for the good of others.
Some of the Creator's handiwork
The inspiration of nature
Open your eyes he is all around
Jesus, Creator, Lord.
See him as you see the wind in the trees.
It blows, you cannot see it
But the trees show you where it is.
See the marvel of a newborn baby.
Unique, made by the joining of an egg
And that one sperm in a million
That won the race and made that baby who she is,
Special and priceless,
None other like her.
God likes variety.
That is why we are all unique.
That is why each puppy is unique also
Each horse, each cow
Each one different.
As we look around we see his handiwork.
Marvel at the wonder of it all.
If you rush and hurry
You will miss it.
See the trees in Spring
Leaves gradually unfolding.
That special colour of the oak leaves
Before they reach green.
It's only there for a few days
And then you have missed it
Until next year.
Where is your sense of wonder?
You had it as a child.
What robbed you of it?
Yes, I know
You have to make a living.
But can't you spare a moment now and then
I wonder where our sense of wonder went!
Autumn in Wales
Let tomorrow look after tomorrow.
I stood on the edge of Tomorrow
With one foot still in Today
I wanted to see the future.
As yet it seemed quite grey.
But I put my hand in the Saviour's hand
And felt safe as I heard him say,
"All your Tomorrows are kept by me
You cannot have them today.
I will be with you and keep you secure
When Tomorrow becomes your Today.
I hold the secret key to Tomorrow.
So leave it with me
And enjoy Today.
Drink from the well of my living water
Which is new for your every Today."
He doesn't worry about tomorrow.
The day is packed with activity,
We have no time to think.
At home the family
Craves our attention
Then it is bedtime
And we sleep.
No room for peace,
No room for stillness
Is putting back
The necessary calm.
But this is not enough.
We need "me" time
In order to find "His" time.
He created, we need recreation.
We need to ponder our God and his greatness.
To put ourselves and our lives into perspective.
Why are we doing all this rushing about anyway?.
Do the kids really need yet another mobile phone?
Do we really need all those laptops?
All those wii.
What bliss to get out of the computer controlled house,
And spend some time out of doors watching the kids getting some healthy exercise.
Out in God's wonderful world.
Don't let technology rule your life,
Useful as it can be.
Search after your God in the green outdoors.
Search and you will find.
The tenderness of God
Lord you are always more ready to hear than we are to pray. Encourage us to bring all our worries and problems to you as well as all our joys. Your heart is full of tenderness toward your children. You are not waiting to catch us out, but you are waiting to care for us more tenderly than any mother, you are more full of care for us than any father. You want to take away our weakness and make us strong to do your will. You want to take away our fear so that we can help others see past their fear, to you and your acceptance. Amen.
Babe in the manger
You lie on the prickly hay
Protected by the strips of cloth
Around you wound.
That Mary has saved from old underwear.
The cow nudges you,
As she digs in
For a mouthful of hay.
And yes you do cry,
Because you are a healthy,
Human baby and they all cry.
On your tiny breaths
Hang the destiny of the world.
Emmanuel,"God with us,"
In a dung-filled cave,
Your only protectors
A young woman,
And a carpenter.
God has entrusted His Son
To these two humble folk,
Who take you from the filthy stable
To a house in Bethlehem,
Once the census crowds have dispersed
And made room for the King of kings
To have humble,
But cleaner shelter.
A humble start for the Man-God
Who always lived humbly
And with utter determination
Made His way over thirty- three years
To the cross of His destiny for us.
Side view of Prescott Baptist Chapel - This Old Chapel has now Closed Down
It's raining again!!
Why do we hate the rain so in England?
When it patterns on our window
And lashes in the street?
This is God's wonderful gift of Life to us,
Making the pastures lush and green,
Filling the cows with wholesome milk.
Why do we hate it so?
When it makes us fat and rich do we say,
"What an awful day!"
When our very lives depend on it.
Many would happily exchange it with us
For their constantly burning, cruel sun.
Many would say," Let us have your home in the green valleys.
You can have our desert sand
And rocky, bare hills."
Then we might realize our ingratitude.
Then we might turn to God and be thankful.
Thank you, Lord for the full rushing river.
Thank you Lord for the spongy moor,
That holds the rain ready for later.
Thank you Lord for the puddles the children love to splash in.
(If Health and Safety will let them do it any more.)
Thank you for the grey days of rain
That make us appreciate the sunny days more.
Thank you for a wholesome variety.
Made of all things.
An inspirational meditation on God's wonderful love
"That your joy may be complete"
This is what Jesus wishes for you.
So remain in his wonderful love.
Do his bidding,
Love God, love your neighbour.
Remain in his love,
His wonderful love.
Don't step outside of it.
It's cold out there
In the dark,
Away from the warmth of his love.
Remain, stay still, where you are in his love.
Rest in him, perfectly content, perfectly at home.
All that is good is here
His love will not fail you.
It was born in eternity
And will last forever,
Even as it lives with you, here, now.
It is strong as death,
Having been the way of the cross
And through death into
You can't do it
So you want to keep God
In tidy little boxes,
Neatly all in a row.
Just in front of you,
On the table.
Where you can keep an eye on Him.
Stop him doing anything sudden,
It's so bad for your nerves
To have Him jumping out,
So much calmer to keep Him
Under your control.
You can't do it.
He is a God of surprizes.
You can't limit Him to whom
He will save.
You want it to be all the nice, predictable people,
But His grace reaches
Far and wide.
He has a habit of forgiving the unforgivable
After all He came for the sinners,
Not the righteous.
Don't think you can limit Him.
He is more unpredictable
Than a jack-in-the-box.
The home coming
They tell me I'm leaving this sweet green land.
This land of my youth and my age.
I've sojourned here for many long years
And grown so used to its rhythm.
Is it really time to up sticks
And move on.
No, not to another earthly lodge,
But to that final home.
We fear that passage so much.
Yet why should I?
I have opened a window
And looked out over Eden.
I've talked to my Lord,
Felt his arms tenderly surround me.
Known His love wash through my soul.
So why should I fear
To live with Him entirely.
He the greatest Friend I have.
The Lover of my soul.
So look up and watch for Him.
With glad expectation in your heart.
He comes to gather you to His heart.
You have spent your earthly life
Following His Son.
Trusting in Him alone.
Now comes the sweet eternal meeting.
Meeting no more to part.
Wake Up Call
The christians had a meeting
They enjoyed it very much.
There was fun and laughter,
Much"Hail fellow, well met."
It was good to be there.
But outside a world was sinking,
Outside the world was dying
Not knowing of a Saviour's love.
The christians were wrapped up
In their warm fellowship.
Outside it was cold.
Death walked the streets
And there was no one there
To challenge him.
You are honest and upright,
Good,I applaud you,
But are you also a stuffed shirt?
Are you looking down your nose
At people without your advantages?
Are you proud of yourself
In a haughty way?
So glad you are not like others?
You might think you are
On the road to heaven,
But heaven's king
Has very high standards
And won't let you in
Unless you are perfect.
"Not much chance for you then,"
You say, knowing my imperfections.
But I have a secret
For Jesus has given me
His perfect robe of righteousness.
Clothed in that I have
A certain reserved ticket
To get into heaven.
You can have it too.
Just throw away that rubbish
Which you are depending on
The robe of righteousness don.
Your so-called good
Was like dung in God's eyes.
Throw it on the midden
Where it belongs
And take the perfection of the Saviour
Who died for you.
Kneel and Pray
At the end of a busy day
Kneel and pray.
Thank the Lord above
For all His care and love.
Kneel and pray.
Was the going tough?
Did things seem rough?
Kneel and pray.
Your Father understands,
You are in His hands.
Kneel and pray.
Were there hours of joy
That time will not destroy?
Kneel and pray.
Thank Him for all things.
Through all He brings
A peace to your heart
That will not depart.
Kneel and pray.