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

WITHIN THE SILENT ECHO

 

Within the silent echo

Of the last rites

As the last words of life

Reluctantly give way

To the first words of death

God reaches out his hand

And you alluringly ascend

On comforting wings

GOD IS ON THE WEB

 

God is on the Web waiting for your prayer

You can easily find Him if you look around

There is no video link, Skype or live chat

But if you have faith, it will be profound

Of course, if an atheist was to click the link

It would respond with “Page not found”

GOD SAT UPON HIS THRONE

 

God sat upon his throne

In the presence of the chosen

All was well in paradise

It was a special day in heaven

There was a quiet mutter abroad

And the flutter of Angels wings

Before a silent hush descended

And the heavenly chorus sings

KING OF LOVE

The King of King’s Lord in heaven above

Holds the power in His kingdom of love

Not love of power but the power of love 

HOLDING OUT FOR A HERO

 

A hero, a myth a legend

An idea? A tale or fable

With a grain of truth

And come the time

He will be there

At the right time

To rescue us all

What hero?

A name gently whispered on the breeze

Or shouted on the wind

Arthur? Robin? Horatio?

Heroes all

Our real hero, neither myth or legend

Not an idea or tale or fable

But is the truth

And come the time

He will be there

At the right time

To rescue us from ourselves

A name gently whispered in reverence

And shouted in rejoicing

A name embedded in our souls

Our Lord God