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 THING YOU’LL NEVER HEAR

 

One thing you’ll never hear,

And there is absolutely no chance

Of anyone hearing a Hindu say

Oh well, you only live once

GOD AND SCIENCE

 

I believe in God

I believe him to be the creator

The creator of heaven and earth

Of the stars and the planets

I believe him to be the creator of the universe

The scientific community

Talk of the big bang

Which sparked off the creation of the universe

They call God a myth

And his creation a myth

Science of course call it the big bang theory

Theory being science speak for a guess

Or put another way a belief

They can no more prove their belief

Than I can prove the existence of God

For all their contempt for belief systems

They are locked in one of their own making

I have faith in the creation

But if there was a big bang

Then God pressed the button

CHILDISH PRAYER

 

When I was a boy I prayed to god

For a new bike for me

Than I realized that god

Doesn’t work like that you see

So I stole one instead

And asked him to forgive me

THE YOUNG MONK AND THE ABBOTT

 

One day many years in the past

A young monk arrived at a monastery.

To assist other monks with the canon and laws

By making hand written copies

But he notices very quickly

That all of us are copying from copies,

And not from the original texts

So he goes to the Abbott with a query

 

He tells the Abbott of his concern

That any error in the first copy

No matter how small it may be

Would be duplicated in each subsequent copy

The abbot says to the boy

"We have been doing it for centuries

Copying from the copies

But you have a good point, sonny."

 
The abbot goes down to the dark caves

To the archives beneath the monastery
where the original manuscripts are held

Kept locked in a vault for safety

 

Hours go by and nobody sees the abbot
he misses his meals and prayers

The young monk gets worried

And goes to look for him downstairs

 

He finds him banging his head on a wall

Wailing, "We missed the “R”
His forehead is bloody and bruised

And the boy thinks that will lave a scar

 

The young monk asks the abbot,

"What's wrong?" why do you create
Crying the Abbott replies,

"The word was Celebrate!!!”

GOD ONLY

 

Yes I believe in God

I believe in God the father of all

I believe in the Ten Commandments

God handed to Moses

A better set of rules to live your life by

Does not exist

I’m not comfortable calling myself a Christian however

I was baptized a Christian

And raised as one

And I attend a Christian church

But I'm not a true Christian

I don’t turn the other cheek

WHO IS THERE

 

Who is there?

In my darkest hours

When pain wracks my body

When dark thoughts plague me

Who is it who sustains me?

 

Who is there?

At times of anguish

When I feel so alone

When I feel all hope is gone

Who lifts me and guides me

 

Who is there?

In the depths of my despair

When I see no end

When I seek release

Who is it?

Who will take my pain

 

He is there

When the pain ends

When darkness is banished

In the light of love

My lord god will keep me