SING IN PRAISE TO GOD ON HIGH

 

Sing in praise

To God on high

Accept Him

Into your heart

 

Sing in praise

To God our Lord

Accept His

Great gift of love

 

Sing in praise

To God on high

Accept Him

Into your life

 

Sing in praise

To God our Lord

Accept Him

As your saviour

 

ONE MAN AND HIS DOG

 

A man and his dog were walking along a lane.

Both enjoying the scenery and the terrain,

When suddenly a thought pooped into his

And he realized that he was actually dead.

He vaguely remembered his passing away

And that his dog had been dead many a day

He wondered then where the road was leading

In the distance along the way they were proceeding

He viewed a high white wall along the road side

It looked like fine marble and was many miles wide

It followed the lane up to the top of a long hill

He noticed a tall arch with a golden infill

That glowed in the sunlight bright and bold

When he got closer, he could see it was gold 

He thought it must lead to a great estate

Inside the golden arch was a magnificent gate

The gate was covered it the most lavish swirls

Made up of what appeared to mother-of-pearl

And the driveway that led up towards its splendour

Was lavishly paved with solid gold paviours

He and the dog walked quickly toward the gate

As he got closer, he saw a man through the grate

When he got closer, he called out, “Excuse me”

And as he reached the gate he asked, “where are we?” 

The man smiled and answered, “This is Heaven, sir,” 

“Really that’s fantastic could I get a drink of water?”

“Of course, Come in I'll get some iced water for you”

The gate began to open “Can my dog come in, too?”

“I'm sorry but we don't allow pets.” The man said

“I won’t come in then we’ll try elsewhere instead”

He and his dog went back to the road and walked on

The road went up hill and was very very long

They came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate

This looked like it had never been closed of late

There were no fences surrounding the property

He saw a man reading a book leaning against a tree  

“Excuse me!” he called “Do you have any water?” 

“Of course, come on in there's a pump over there,” 

Gesturing to his dog he said, “How about my friend?”

“There should be a bowl by the pump for your friend” 

They went in and there was an old hand pump

With a bowl beside it for his four-legged chum

The traveler filled the water bowl for the dog

And took a long drink himself as he sat on a log

They drank their fill and walked back to the man

Who was standing by the gate where they began

The traveler asked “What do you call this place?”

“This is Heaven,” he answered a smile on his face

“Well, that's confusing,” the traveler said to the man

“Another man down the road said that was Heaven”

“Do you mean the place with the golden street,

The pearly gates and everywhere perfectly neat?”   

“Yes, that’s the very place” replied the traveler

“No that was hell, and the man was not saint peter” 

“Doesn't it make you really angry” the traveler said

When they use your name and people go there instead?”

“No, we're just happy they screen out the dross

Who’d leave their best friends and not feel the loss”  

MALACHI’S WORDS

 

I sat by her bedside

As she lay motionless

Cruelly aware of her incarceration

Trapped inside a broken body

Unable to move

Unable to speak

A mere shadow of what once was

And in my black despair

I prayed for her

And I heard Malachi’s words

So, I prayed for her release

So, she would awake with the Lord

And burst forth from her stall

Like a young calf in springtime

ONE OF THE TWELVE - SIMON PETER

 

One of the twelve

Simon Peter

The son of John

Brother of Andrew

From the village of Bethsaida

On the Sea of Galilee

Originally a fisherman

Turned to a fisher of men

By Jesus of Galilee

Denied Christ three times

After the crucifixion

Witness of the ascension

Who spread the Gospels

Far and wide

And founded the Christian church

Becoming the first bishop

And the first Pope

Before his own crucifixion

In godless Rome

Under Emperor

Nero Augustus Caesar.

 

Main feast 29^th June

OH GOD IN HEAVEN

 

Oh God in heaven

I thank you

For your son

For supporting me

Embracing me

Accepting me

For offering me your hand

Your loving hand

We sing oh Lord

To praise you

For you support us

Embrace us

Accept us

You offer us your hand

Your loving hand

We give ourselves oh Lord

Into your love

GOD IS IN MY FINGERS

 

God is in my fingers

When I play guitar

God is in my footsteps

When I must travel far

 

God is in my lips

When I whistle a tune

God is in my voice

When I sing or croon

 

God is my protector

When my goal is reached

God is in my heart

When his word is preached

 

God is my salvation

In every single way

God is in my heart

Every single day

HOLY UNMERCENARIES

 

Holy unmercenaries

Is an epithet applying to

Christian saints,

Who did not accept

Payment of any kind

For good deeds done

Which is I think the very least

One should expect from a saint

LOOK ON US WITH LOVE

 

Sung to the tune of the traditional German folk song “Kinderlied” 

 

Oh, my Lord way above

God in heaven, King of love

Please look down, from your throne

Look on us with love.

 

God of Gods, King of kings

God in heaven where angels sing

Oh, my Lord, Way above

Look on us with love

 

Oh, my Lord bless our lives

Christ the saviour guiding light

Please look down, from your throne

Bless us with your light

 

God of Gods, King of kings

God in heaven where angels sing

Oh, my Lord, Way above

Look on us with love

 

Oh, my Lord fill our hearts

Up in heaven where love starts

Please look down, from your throne

Please Lord fill our hearts.

 

God of Gods, King of kings

God in heaven where angels sing

Oh, my Lord, Way above

Look on us with love

 

Oh, my Lord way above

God in heaven, King of love

Please look down, from your throne

Look on us with love.

 

God of Gods, King of kings

God in heaven where angels sing

Oh, my Lord, Way above

Look on us with love

 

Oh, my Lord guide our hand

God the father King of man

Please look down, from your throne

Dear Lord guide our hand

 

God of Gods, King of kings

God in heaven where angels sing

Oh, my Lord, Way above

Look on us with love

 

Oh, my Lord way above

God in heaven, King of love

Please look down, from your throne

Look on us with love

 

God of Gods, king of kings

God in heaven where angels sing

Oh, my Lord, Way above

Look on us with love

IT’S THE END OF MY AUTUMN DAYS

 

It’s the end of my autumn days

When heavens siren sings

And amidst a russet dawn

I hear deaths silent wings

TOUCHED BY THE GODDESS

 

Touched by the goddess

Our hearts surrendered

As Venus worked her spell of love

And nothing could break the bond

That fitted us perfectly

Like a hand inside a glove

So strong were the bonds

That entwined our hearts

And held us prisoners of love

Only death could part us

And I am now haunted

By the call of the mourning Dove

WHEN YOU ARE DOWNCAST

 

When you are downcast

And at your darkest hour

Pray, for within it

There’s immeasurable power

ARE YOU WEARING A CRUCIFIX?

 

Are you wearing a crucifix?

Is it God’s grace you are appeasing?

Is it a symbol of your devotion?

Or is it just aesthetically pleasing

Are you a good Christian girl?

Or are you taunting and teasing

Well by that look in your eye

I think you’re up for a squeezing

 

A SONG TO SING IN HEAVEN

 

A song to sing in heaven

Where the holy angels tread

So sang my heart in joy

The word of God was spread

YOU MAY NOT ALWAYS ANSWER

 

You may not always answer

When I offer up my prayer

But the most important thing is

I always know you’re there

I HAVE AN ANGEL ON MY DASHBOARD

 

I have an Angel on my dashboard

She’s my special lucky charm

I have an angel on my dashboard

Who’s keeping me from harm

YOU MAKE MY LIFE WHOLE

 

You make my life whole     

You fill it with your zest

With your loving presence

Dear Lord I am truly blessed 

HEALING HANDS

 

Jesus cured all the sick and the lame

Apart from one scruffy man at the back

Jesus gestured him to come forward

“No way” he said “I'm on disability wack”

MY PHILOSOPHY OF LIFE

 

My philosophy of life

Is a simple one

I recommend you try it,

You’ll be glad

 

Love the people

Who treat you right

Pray for the ones

Who treat you bad

PRAYER

I pray to my God

When my heart is full

And when it is empty

When I just need to speak

And when I need an answer

When I have joy to share

And when at my lowest

I pray to my God

Who always listens?

THERE

 

You are there

When I face adversity

And in times of conflict

When I encounter trajedy or loss

You are there

When I experience joy

And at times of happiness

When I feel pride and count my blessings

You were there

When my children entered the world

And at their baptisms

When they married and when loved ones passed

You are always there

Dear lord

HE IS

 

He is the earth

The wind and the fire

He is the sun

That rises in the east

And sets in the west

He is the tree in bud

And the mare in foal

He is the rain that gently falls

He is the birdsong

And the cockcrow

He is the staff of life

He is the Son of God

The prince of peace

IN THE COMPANY OF ANGELS

 

If I am the first to go

I will wait for you in the place

Where the crowns of Angels glow

 

If I go first because I lost the fight

I will be waiting with the Father

Where the tunnel opens into light

 

If I am the first one there

I will await you in lush meadows

Where heady perfume fills the air

 

If I go first and leave you lonely

We will meet again in paradise

In our loved ones company

 

If I am the first to go, allay your fears

I will be waiting in the place

Where there are no more tears

 

If I go before you and we must part

I will wait for you in heaven

Where sweet music soothes the heart

 

If I am first to go we will meet again

In a far better place than this

Where God has banished pain

 

If I go first through the eternal door

You will find me with the angels

Where suffering is no more

 

If I am first to go by days or years

You will find me waiting there

Far beyond this vale of tears

WHAT DO YOU WANT BUD?

 

I saw a Buddhist monk today

At a hot dog stand

The cook stood at the griddle

Doing his thing

“What can I make you” was his

Gruff demand

The monk replied, “Make me one

With everything”

DARWINS DESIGN

 

There is, today, a fierce debate

Well in America at any rate

Darwinism is again causing friction

Some claim his work to be a fiction

And his “Origin of the Species”

Is likened to a pile of fetid faeces

Fossil evidence has caused the strife

Showing Random explosions of life  

Evolution was not a gradual change

Thoughts we now must rearrange

It’s not at all as Charles Darwin said

But Intelligent Design instead 

THE CHRISTENING

 

Nanny had unwrapped

The christening gown

Handed down through

The generations

Grandma hand-knitted

The booties

Laced them with

Pure white ribbon

The God parents

Presented a shawl

White as fallen snow

And we stood together

Beside the font

And welcomed him

Into the family of Christ

THE NINE WORTHIES

 

The Nine Worthies

Figures of history?

Men of scripture?

Men steeped in myth or legend?

Any or all might apply

But these figures personified

The chivalric ideals

Of the medieval world.

 

Three of the nine were pagans

Hector prince of Troy,

Slain by Achilles

Alexander the great

Conqueror of the world,

Julius Caesar,

Founder of a dynasty

 

Three of the nine were Jewish

Joshua, Apprentice of Moses

And leader of the Israelites

David, of the house of David,

Second King of Israel

Judas Maccabeus, leader

Of the Maccabean revolt

 

Three of the nine were Christian

King Arthur of Camelot,

Fair and just

Charlemagne, the first

Holy Roman Emperor

Godfrey of Bouillon, first ruler

Of the Kingdom of Jerusalem

 

These nine worthies

Were considered paragons

Of the ideals of chivalry

IT’S JUST AS WELL THAT JESUS

 

It’s just as well that Jesus

Wasn’t born today to be fair

As there aren’t 3 wise men

And a virgin anywhere

I HEAR AN ANGEL SINGING

 

In the quiet of the night

When peaceful silence reigns

I hear an angel singing

And I wonder if it’s you

 

Amidst the chorus of the dawn

When birds are centre stage

I hear an angel singing

And I ponder if it’s you

 

When the wind is in the trees

Swirling in the breeze

I hear an angel singing

And I think it might be you

 

When the rain cascades

Down from the heavens

I hear an angel singing

And I’m sure it must be you

When the sun shines brightly

And its warmth is on my skin

I hear an angel singing

And I believe it may be you

 

At the setting of the sun

When another day is done

I hear an angel singing

And I know that it is you

ON MYSTICAL QUESTS

 

On mystical quests

The medieval knights

Sought the Holy Grail

They journeyed far

And widely searched

For a fine Golden cup

Bejewelled with gems

A challis fit for a King

Used at the last supper

By Christ himself

But these brave knights

Were doomed to fail

Christ did not live as a King

He was a Carpenter

And a poor carpenters cup

Would not have been

Crafted in Gold

And encrusted with Jewels

It would be a simple cup

Carved from wood

A humble vessel

For the son of God