The Hour is Late

‘Wise’ men propose to soon impose
Their agenda for progression;
They’re all convinced it makes good sense–
Borrow more to beat recession!

For climate change, it’s all arranged–
There’s a guaranteed solution–
All parading ‘carbon trading’
As a fix for world pollution!

The great arms race now taking place
Is foreboding conflagrations,
But yet they trade and masquerade
As ‘peacemakers’ of the nations!

Who counts it gain when babes are slain
With governmental blessing?
Is ‘mercy death’ the next concept–?
What!! And we think we are progressing!!

Get on our knees with urgent pleas
Before judgement overtakes us,
That God would grant repentant hearts,
That His mercy won’t forsake us.

Solitude

Solitude is not loneliness
But space to sit and reminisce,
Where distress fades to nothingness
In its secluded silent bliss.

My mind’s set free to roam awhile
To meditate on mysteries;
The world’s amusements don’t beguile
And pesky interruption flees.

Sequestered in this serene place,
Truth’s understanding is my goal,
Away from life’s unceasing race,
To be replenished, heart and soul.

God’s Word I’ve stored within my heart
For times of quiet solitude,
That in the stillness He’d impart
Some precious insights of His truth.

Then maybe I’ll have truth to share,
That He’ll equip my pen to write,
That I’m not spouting to the air
But touching hearts and shining Light.

Oh solitude! I love to rest
Within the confines of your space;
It’s here so often God has blessed
With insights of His love and grace.

Random Thoughts

The scientist who dares oppose
The Word of God is a simple fool–
For all the things he claims he knows,
If he believes they were composed
By random chance and no One rules,
What right has he to then suppose
His randomness should be imposed
On all the students in our schools?

What ‘random’ way can be proved best?
This question I propose to you–
For even thoughts, I dare suggest,
In an unordered universe
Cannot be trusted to be true!
But he who trusts God’s Word is blessed
With the answer to this simple quest–
True science will believe Him too!!

Oh Israel

Oh Israel, God’s chosen one,
The promised birthplace of His Son!
You did not recognise Him come–
Your house was left to you undone!

The One who walked on Galilee,
Who stopped the wind and stilled the sea
Is He who sets the captives free–
Oh, if only Israel would see!

He healed your sick and raised your dead,
Gave sight to blind, the hungry fed–
You chose a robber in His stead,
While on the cross the Christ hangs dead!

By His death was death’s defeat,
Who crushed the serpent ‘neath His feet–
His resurrection proof complete–
Justice and mercy in Jesus meet.

Oh Israel, His chosen land,
He looks on you with outstretched hands–
Seek Him that you would understand
Your part in His eternal plan.

Oh Israel, in heart I cry
That God might open up your eye
To see that Christ whose coming’s nigh
Is The Lord Himself–God Most High!

His Deep Work

Proud man is in bondage
To wisdom most useless–
God’s ways are hidden from natural men;
Adrift without knowledge
Our compass is clueless–
On oceans divine we can’t comprehend.

The cross is God’s wisdom
Which men esteem lowly–
Christ is God’s answer–His prudence and pow’r,
The door to His Kingdom,
The way to be holy–
Through faith in Jesus, His wisdom is ours.

His Word will transform us,
Beyond our proud notions,
In spirit to see where once we were blind;
God’s Spirit conforms us
As truth He apportions,
Cleansing our thinking, renewing our mind.

By His Spirit He plies
His deep work to my soul–
Omniscient God, Who sees all within;
For in Christ, God supplies
All we need to be whole–
May Christ be in us and we be in Him!

FIRE-STORM

Look at these
Charcoal trees–
Dark sentinels of gloom–
On ashen land,
Ghoulish stand–
Landscape of the moon!!

Burnt out cars,
Melted tar,
Grassland scorched and waste–
Farm stock dead,
Wildlife fled–
A stark forsaken place.

Oh the cost!!
Loved ones lost–
Grief so overpowering;
Words can’t say,
Thoughts convey
A loss so all-devouring.

Lord, I pray
This dread day
Turns hearts to seek Your face,
Men might find
Through sad times
Your precious saving grace.

Perfect View

Seen from deep in the valley
The mountains hug the sky,
Their soft tips gently stroking
The white clouds floating by;
The sound of the trickling stream
Meandering along
Makes music for the wild birds,
A backing for their song.

The valley from the distance
Seen from the mountain peak,
Sublime in silent splendour,
Looks like a world asleep;
The stream is a silver line
Etched in the far-off vale—
Motionless in solitude—
A slight and obscure trail.

The valley hasn’t altered,
The mountains stay the same;
My point of observation’s
The only thing that’s changed.
Sometimes from one’s perspective,
A thing that seems quite true
Looks different to a person
With another point of view.

For years my view was moulded
By friendly worldly lures,
Lost in a vale of darkness,
My vision all obscured;
Christ altered my perception,
My mind and heart renewed;
Life seen from Heaven’s standpoint—
A perfect point of view.

Water Of Life

The water of life
Is a cleansing flood,
A pure stream that flows
From the throne of God—
Reservoir of love
Through our Lord’s shed blood,
Fountain-head of hope
For a parching world.

The water of life
Quenches deepest thirst;
There, the seeking soul
Is forever blessed,
Never more to parch
In a land near cursed—
From a new wellspring
Life-filled waters burst.

Morning Glory

I lie awake this morning,
The Word of God flows through my head—
Holy truth is mind transforming—
This Manna is my daily bread.

As His Holy Spirit teaches
And my desires and thoughts He moulds,
His clear cleansing water reaches
To every crevice of my soul.

In the stillness as I ponder
The wondrous riches of His grace—
In transports of silent wonder
The veil is lifted from my face.

Oh what joy to catch some gleanings
From the treasures of His Word—
The light of truth freely streaming
From the presence of The Lord.

Then I drift back into slumber,
My glad heart resting and content—
Oh the majesty and wonder
Of morning glories Heaven-sent!

Master Plan

You must understand
There’s a master plan
Hid in the Christmas story;
When the time had come
God would send His Son—
In flesh came the King of Glory!

Do you recognize
The little Child?—
David’s promised great descendant—
Swaddling clothes
His royal robes,
Humble shepherds His attendants.

Do you see fulfilled
The Father’s will?—
The Promised of the ages—
By virgin birth
He came to earth,
Foretold in Scripture’s pages.

Not by accident
But by God’s intent
Came Messiah, God’s Anointed—
God’s master plan
For redeeming man—
For salvation He’s appointed.

Know the earthly life
Of Lord Jesus Christ
Extends far beyond the stable—
To atone for sin
Defies sinful men—
Christ, the sinless Man is able.

May God open eyes
So men realize
He’s the Messiah of The Lord—
May true Light from Him
Touch the hearts of men—
He’s the fulfillment of God’s Word!