MY FRIEND

My friend is a Christian
Though you wouldn't know
From some company he keeps
Or from his favourite jokes

My friend is a Christian
But he isn't quite sure
Just how it all happened
Its a bit of a blur

My friend is a Christian
But I don't quite see
The difference it makes
To his daily routine

My friend is a Christian
In all the right places
But when he's not there
He wears different faces

My friend is a Christian
It seems a good life
He loves God on Sunday
And does what he likes

My friend is a Christian
Of that I am sure
He's learnt Bible verses
And makes lengthy prayers

My friend is a Christian
His Bible is huge
He's there every Sunday
At church in a suit

My friend is a Christian
To doubt is unfair
You see he's the pastor
Of my local church

HARD OR EASY?

It's easy to point a finger
At those who can't control
Their urge to feed a habit
That doesn't fit our mould
It's easy to see the bad side
The pain which others feel
When obsession crosses boundaries
Causing hurts which never heal
It's easy to set the limits
Of what should and shouldn't be
And to cast a scornful glance at those
Who , unlike us , aren't free
It's easy to find an answer
When we are not involved
To patronise and criticise
What someone else must solve
But it's hard to be a listener
And not always give advice
Just to be a ready shoulder
On which to have a cry
And it's hard to go on loving
When love is not returned
When all the efforts that you make
To help , are simply spurned
It's never hard nor easy
To help a shattered life
So ask the Lord for wisdom
And take Him as your guide

HUMILITY

Hidden by a new found confidence
An inflated self belief
Trampled under a rising ego
It lies buried beneath
Covered by the clothes of class consciousness
Designer labels aspire
Imprisoned by diamonds and pearls
Bought out by the wealth we acquire
Believing the things others tell us
Reality fades far behind
The truth is now less important
Than having a self centred mind
It's easy to be absent minded
To forget where we left it alone
Our best friends won't even tell us
We're too proud to admit that we're wrong
It's hard to admit we're not humble
It's hard to be humble too
To live the life of a servant
Breaks all the modern day rules
It needs divine intervention
To strip us down to the core
To take away all of the padding
And return us to what we once were

WORDS

Through the Atonement
We are meant to be
At one with our Maker

Through our Redeemer
We are deemed to be
Reborn in the Saviour

Through His Salvation
We can say Salvete
To the Creator of all nations