Sunday 28 October 2007

ALL THE SAME

I didn't understand a word she said
But I knew what she meant
Speaking in an unfamiliar way
Yet in tones of clear intent
Waving loose arms in the sky
And the pleading voice
Distorting the nose and eyes
In a crescendo of noise
Children are all the same
Sleeping or crying
Playing their own version of the game
And not realising
That we were once children too
And know all their methods
Living by the same set of rules
Our parents had set us
And Jesus loved the little children
For deep down He knew
That their minds were still uncluttered
From an earthly point of view
And Jesus loved the little children
And so must I
Remember that they're just a child

With a simple view of life

Sunday 21 October 2007

COMMUNION

Lord don't let this cup pass
Until I've spent with You a quiet time
Chewing upon the truth of Your broken body
Symbolised in the bread and the wine
Let not the silence of this moment distract me
Or take my mind to other places
When I can feast with the fruit of the Vine
And understand what Your love and grace is
Search the hidden corners of my being
And brush away the wood that has died
So that we may walk in sweet communion

Towards the gardens of Paradise

Sunday 14 October 2007

THEORIES

In the beginning God created
And Darwin speculated
That the man whom God had specially made
Was once no smarter than the apes
And animals just sprouted wings
While fish began to walk on limbs
What took men years to theorise
God completed in six days
Yet still we are no further on
For dogs still walk and fish still swim
So if you doubt , remember long

That God's still here and Darwin's gone

Sunday 7 October 2007

NEW CHURCH

Last night I went to a different church
Where everyone waved their hands in the air
And I felt out of place
When warmly embraced
By a tattooed lady with streaked red hair
Where Levis ruled and people smiled
Happy to see me come inside
And the preacher spoke in warning tones
Impinging on my comfort zones
Where repetitious words had gone
Replaced by prayer and worship songs
And looking round I wondered still
If this was too good to be real
Till 'round the table all were met
To drink the wine and break the bread
And then I knew He didn't mind

The way we looked but what's inside