One of the twelve
James
the greater
Son
of Zebedee
Son
of Salome
Named
by Christ
With
his brother John
Sons
of thunder
A
simple fisherman
Turned
to a fisher of men
By
Jesus of Galilee
Witness
of the ascension
Who
spread the Gospels
Far
and wide
Martyred
in Jerusalem
By
King Herod Agrippa I
Feast
Day 25th July
On a battlefield in Galicia
Upon
the cry of Santiago
The
saint appeared
Upon
a steed of brilliant white
St
James the greater
Was
then transformed
From
a fisher of men
To
Santiago Matamoros,
St.
James the Moor slayer
The bells of Christmas ring out clear
On
the special day across the land
Family
and friends come together
With
warm embrace or shake of hand
Then
together answer the call to enter
The
happy faces of young and old
Of
those occupying every seat or pew
In
the church bedecked in green and gold
Lifted
the heart and warmed the soul
The
glad ragged and dapper dressed
The
cheerfully demeanoured little girls
And
little boys with hair unmessed
All
come together on Christmas day
To
share the celebration and rejoice
To
mark the birth of the baby lord
Love
and peace heard in every voice
As
in harmony the congregation sing
Heartily
in praise of Christ the King
Dear Lord please bless me with the wisdom
To understand my husband
Dear Lord please give me love in my heart
To forgive my man
Dear Lord please grant me the patience
To tolerate his funny ways
But Lord don’t give me the strength
Or I’ll kill him one day
Yeshua, you are
Our
hope of salvation
Dying
for us
Our
hope of glory
Living
in us
Yeshua,
you are
Our
hope for the future
Living
for you
Our
hope for redemption
Alive
in you
Dorothy spinster of this parish
With
her sister taught Sunday school
For
over fifty years
Both
good Methodists and good Christians
Their
lives dedicated to the church
To
ensure the future of their church
Dorothy
left a large bequest to the church
The
church sought to honor a good woman
And
dedicated in her name
A
room within the church
For
ever to be named after her
At a catholic school at lunch time one day
As The children queued up in an orderly way
The first thing that confronted the pupils
On the end of the counter was a large pile of apples
By
the apples a nun had written a note saying
“Take only ONE because God is watching.”
As they made their way along the counter
The
canteen rang out with childish laughter
Chocolate chip cookies stood in a large pile
With
a label which made them all smile
A child had written a note for the pupils,
“Take all you want. God is watching the apples.”
