On the 1st day of Christmas my true love sent to me a nice warm cup of tea
On the 2nd day of Christmas my true love sent to me 2 mince pies and a nice warm cup of tea
On the 3rd day of Christmas my true love sent to me 3 french knickers, 2 mince pies and a nice warm cup of tea
On the 4th day of Christmas my true love sent to me 4 silk suspenders, 3 french knickers, 2 mince pies and a nice warm cup of tea
On the 5th day of Christmas my true love sent to me 5 gold rings (of course!), 4 silk suspenders, 3 french knickers, 2 mince pies and a nice warm cup of tea
On the 6th day of Christmas my true love sent to me 6 satin sheets, 5 gold rings, 4 silk suspender, 3 french knickers, 2 mince pies and a nice warm cup of tea
On the 7th day of Christmas my true love sent to me 7 smooth chemises, 6 satin sheets, 5 gold rings, 4 silk suspenders, 3 french knickers, 2 mince pies and a nice warm cup of tea
On the 8th day of Christmas my true love sent to me 8 red roses, 7 smooth chemises, 6 satin sheets, 5 gold rings, 4 silk suspenders, 3 french knickers, 2 mince pies and a nice warm cup of tea
On the 9th day of Christmas my true love sent to me 9 champagne bottles, 8 red roses, 7 smooth chemises, 6 satin sheets, 5 gold rings, 4 silk suspenders, 3 french knickers, 2 mince pies and a nice warm cup of tea
On the 10th day of Christmas my true love sent to me 10 romantic break brochures, 9 champagne bottles, 8 red roses, 7 smooth chemises, 6 satin sheets, 5 gold rings, 4 silk suspenders, 3 french knickers, 2 mince pies and a nice warm cup of tea
On the 11th day of Christmas my true love sent to me 11 fish-net stockings, 10 romantic break brochures, 9 champagne bottles, 8 red roses, 7 smooth chemises, 6 satin sheets, 5 gold rings, 4 silk suspenders, 3 french knickers, 2 mince pies and a nice warm cup of tea
On the 12th day of Christmas my true love sent to me... oh I woke up and realised I'd been dreaming...
Happy Christmas one and all!
Tuesday, 22 December 2009
Saturday, 28 November 2009
The Gulf
There it is, so vast and empty
Darkness covering such a span
No way over for the person
Massive gulf 'tween God and man
Sin destroyed the pure communion
That God had with His Creation!
Gulf so dark, so vast, so empty
Separating God from every nation
There He stands in finest glory
The One to come and bridge the span
The One who willingly came from heaven
The One true God who comes as Man
Gulf so vast, so dark and empty
Created at the awful Fall
But there lies One to restore communion
Tiny Babe in animal stall
There it is so dark and empty
No way to God; all seems a loss
But on a hill outside the city
A man is nailed to the cross
The gulf so dark, lonely, empty
Is being breached by this Man
Dying to provide us with redemption
Making a way across the span
There He hangs dead on the tree
God who came from human womb
But the gulf is being covered
As He lies in darkest tomb
Oh the cross, so evil, wicked
God had used to complete His plan
The Sinless One - He now is risen
Through His death we cross the span
Darkness covering such a span
No way over for the person
Massive gulf 'tween God and man
Sin destroyed the pure communion
That God had with His Creation!
Gulf so dark, so vast, so empty
Separating God from every nation
There He stands in finest glory
The One to come and bridge the span
The One who willingly came from heaven
The One true God who comes as Man
Gulf so vast, so dark and empty
Created at the awful Fall
But there lies One to restore communion
Tiny Babe in animal stall
There it is so dark and empty
No way to God; all seems a loss
But on a hill outside the city
A man is nailed to the cross
The gulf so dark, lonely, empty
Is being breached by this Man
Dying to provide us with redemption
Making a way across the span
There He hangs dead on the tree
God who came from human womb
But the gulf is being covered
As He lies in darkest tomb
Oh the cross, so evil, wicked
God had used to complete His plan
The Sinless One - He now is risen
Through His death we cross the span
Tuesday, 20 October 2009
My Grampy
A long time ago
When ships had sails
My Grampy was a sailor
Sailing from Wales
His father before him
Sailed the wide blue
In ships full of young
Enthusiastic crew
My grampy sailed to the African Coast
And picked up an animal
That was finer than most
He was oh so tiny
His fur was so black
His eyes were so doleful
Nothing he lacked
My grampy brought home
That beautiful boy
Nurtured and cared for him
Like a really special toy
But that tiny monkey
Just grew and he grew
Until he was so big
My grampy didn't know
What to do
So he put round his neck
A thick steel chain
To stop him from running away
In the rain
But the creature grew so strong
It snapped every link
And bit my dear grampy
Oh! What to think!
My great-grandmother cried
"This thing is a killer!
How could you bring home
A massive gorilla?
"You must let him go
I can bear it no more
Please take this animal
Out of the door!"
"OK dearest mother!"
My Grampy replied
"I will send him off!"
"Oh good!" she sighed
"But please do not hurt him
I don't want him to be
In terrible pain because of
Your foolery!"
So great granny went out
To bring in provisions!
My grampy had to make
An important decision.
How to get rid of that
Creature so black!
To Africa he couldn't
Take him back
So he went to a neighbour
And borrowed a gun
And shot that poor creature
From the land of the sun
The moral of the story is
Do not bring back
Cute little creatures
So tiny and black
They may not be what you expected at all
Like the big black gorilla - who was 6 foot tall...
Apparently so the story goes - my grampy DID bring back what he thought was a cute little monkey who grew up to be a massive male gorilla. He did bite my Grampy (in the neck), broke his chain etc! My grampy and is brother did apparently shoot the poor thing while their mother was out - they cleaned up the house where they shot him before their mother came home and told her the gorilla didn't feel a thing! Whether this was just an adventure story made up for his kids and grandchildren, I don't know - my grampy was a character - he died in 1990!
He used to play for Shirley Bassey in the pubs before she became famous! He played banjo (and I think guitar)! Cool guy with a great sense of humour!
When ships had sails
My Grampy was a sailor
Sailing from Wales
His father before him
Sailed the wide blue
In ships full of young
Enthusiastic crew
My grampy sailed to the African Coast
And picked up an animal
That was finer than most
He was oh so tiny
His fur was so black
His eyes were so doleful
Nothing he lacked
My grampy brought home
That beautiful boy
Nurtured and cared for him
Like a really special toy
But that tiny monkey
Just grew and he grew
Until he was so big
My grampy didn't know
What to do
So he put round his neck
A thick steel chain
To stop him from running away
In the rain
But the creature grew so strong
It snapped every link
And bit my dear grampy
Oh! What to think!
My great-grandmother cried
"This thing is a killer!
How could you bring home
A massive gorilla?
"You must let him go
I can bear it no more
Please take this animal
Out of the door!"
"OK dearest mother!"
My Grampy replied
"I will send him off!"
"Oh good!" she sighed
"But please do not hurt him
I don't want him to be
In terrible pain because of
Your foolery!"
So great granny went out
To bring in provisions!
My grampy had to make
An important decision.
How to get rid of that
Creature so black!
To Africa he couldn't
Take him back
So he went to a neighbour
And borrowed a gun
And shot that poor creature
From the land of the sun
The moral of the story is
Do not bring back
Cute little creatures
So tiny and black
They may not be what you expected at all
Like the big black gorilla - who was 6 foot tall...
Apparently so the story goes - my grampy DID bring back what he thought was a cute little monkey who grew up to be a massive male gorilla. He did bite my Grampy (in the neck), broke his chain etc! My grampy and is brother did apparently shoot the poor thing while their mother was out - they cleaned up the house where they shot him before their mother came home and told her the gorilla didn't feel a thing! Whether this was just an adventure story made up for his kids and grandchildren, I don't know - my grampy was a character - he died in 1990!
He used to play for Shirley Bassey in the pubs before she became famous! He played banjo (and I think guitar)! Cool guy with a great sense of humour!
Saturday, 17 October 2009
Looking Back...
I looked in the mirror
And what did I see?
But a lady with grey streaks
Staring at me!
She had crows feet
In the corners of her eyes
And big 'shopping bags'
Which was a surprise
It only seemed like
A year and a day
When my pals called around
And ask me to play
With their long skipping ropes
And hula hoop rings,
Magna Doodle, Gyroscopes
And those funny springs
I remember the discos
With bright spinning lights,
The hall full of teens,
The playground fights.
We used t' play two ball
And if we were lucky
We'd go to the shop
And buy some Slush Puppy
We'd go to the park
And play on the train
And climb the tall slide
Over and over again.
We'd play in the street
Until it got darker
We'd knock on the doors
Then turn, and we'd scarper.
We thought we were cool
In our bell bottomed troose
Our wide collared blouses
And our platform shoes
We listened to groups
Who wrote their own songs
We never heard of computers
And we never wore thongs!
Gone are the days of
A simple childhood
Where TV wasn't colour
Well, we thought it good.
Now we have mobiles,
Computers and Wiis
Our life seems so rushed
We don't take our ease
So as I stared back
I gave a big grin
As I just remembered
The times I'd lived in.
The lady grinned back
And so I could see
That lady with grey streaks
Was really me!
Written by me - 17/10/09
And what did I see?
But a lady with grey streaks
Staring at me!
She had crows feet
In the corners of her eyes
And big 'shopping bags'
Which was a surprise
It only seemed like
A year and a day
When my pals called around
And ask me to play
With their long skipping ropes
And hula hoop rings,
Magna Doodle, Gyroscopes
And those funny springs
I remember the discos
With bright spinning lights,
The hall full of teens,
The playground fights.
We used t' play two ball
And if we were lucky
We'd go to the shop
And buy some Slush Puppy
We'd go to the park
And play on the train
And climb the tall slide
Over and over again.
We'd play in the street
Until it got darker
We'd knock on the doors
Then turn, and we'd scarper.
We thought we were cool
In our bell bottomed troose
Our wide collared blouses
And our platform shoes
We listened to groups
Who wrote their own songs
We never heard of computers
And we never wore thongs!
Gone are the days of
A simple childhood
Where TV wasn't colour
Well, we thought it good.
Now we have mobiles,
Computers and Wiis
Our life seems so rushed
We don't take our ease
So as I stared back
I gave a big grin
As I just remembered
The times I'd lived in.
The lady grinned back
And so I could see
That lady with grey streaks
Was really me!
Written by me - 17/10/09
Wednesday, 8 April 2009
When the Lord Speaks
I wanted to have a career
I didn't want to be at home
I wanted to be like other women
So all I did was moan
I wanted to have a big house
I wanted my own car
I wanted lots of holidays
To countries, near and far
But the Lord in all His tenderness
One day, took me aside
And said - "My dear daughter!
"These I can provide
"But I didn't call you to go out to work
To have your own career
I wanted you at home so that
You'd have time to draw near
"My Son is preparing a place for you;
A mansion in the sky
You do not need these worldly things
You're the apple of My eye.
"So come, dear daughter, the one I saved,
Your life is fulfilled in Me.
I will love and provide for you
Throughout eternity!"
So now I see God's plan for me
Is to serve Him in my home
I have a peace all over me
And now I never moan.
6th June 2008
I didn't want to be at home
I wanted to be like other women
So all I did was moan
I wanted to have a big house
I wanted my own car
I wanted lots of holidays
To countries, near and far
But the Lord in all His tenderness
One day, took me aside
And said - "My dear daughter!
"These I can provide
"But I didn't call you to go out to work
To have your own career
I wanted you at home so that
You'd have time to draw near
"My Son is preparing a place for you;
A mansion in the sky
You do not need these worldly things
You're the apple of My eye.
"So come, dear daughter, the one I saved,
Your life is fulfilled in Me.
I will love and provide for you
Throughout eternity!"
So now I see God's plan for me
Is to serve Him in my home
I have a peace all over me
And now I never moan.
6th June 2008
A poem based on Psalm 1:1-4
Let us be blessed as men
Who love the law of God
Who praise and glorify His name
And rest upon His word
Let us be like the tree
Which drinks the waters deep
And meditate upon God's word
And all His statutes keep
Let us produce fruit
Which yields much heavenly good
'Tis manna to the hungry soul;
Divine and filling food
Who love the law of God
Who praise and glorify His name
And rest upon His word
Let us be like the tree
Which drinks the waters deep
And meditate upon God's word
And all His statutes keep
Let us produce fruit
Which yields much heavenly good
'Tis manna to the hungry soul;
Divine and filling food
The Lord must Reign
The Lord must reign within my heart;
With Him what can compare?
Possessing nought is blessedness
When our God reigneth there
The sins which I possess within
I sacrifice to God
For nought is worthy of my praise
'Cept Jesus Christ my Lord
I raise my Ebeneser Lord;
Within my sinful heart
For nought will take away your love
And you will ne'er depart
This poem was written after I had read AW Tozer's book - The Pursuit of God. Chapter 2 is entitled - The Blessedness of Possessing Nothing.
With Him what can compare?
Possessing nought is blessedness
When our God reigneth there
The sins which I possess within
I sacrifice to God
For nought is worthy of my praise
'Cept Jesus Christ my Lord
I raise my Ebeneser Lord;
Within my sinful heart
For nought will take away your love
And you will ne'er depart
This poem was written after I had read AW Tozer's book - The Pursuit of God. Chapter 2 is entitled - The Blessedness of Possessing Nothing.
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