He lived his life in the shadows
Hiding from Gods light
Not acknowledging his
existence
Thinking he was out of
sight
He thought he walked
the road alone
Without the Lord by
his side
But at the hour of his
death
His faith could no
longer be denied
On the darkness of this
death
God lights a light to
show his way
Shining his light of
love
To comfort those left
in disarray
As he walks in Gods
light
Within the sound of
Heavens bells
God illuminating his
path
Now he walks with the
angels
Faith is like electricity
You can’t see its
traits
But you can see the
light
That it generates
When Haiti shook
And the old colonial
Structures fell
Who was to blame?
When the rains fell on
Madeira
Making rivers of mud
Where once were roads
Who was to blame?
When earthquake and
tsunami
Wreaked their havoc
On Chile’s coast
Who was to blame?
The zealots speak of
God’s wrath,
Divine retribution
Against the wicked of
the world
Smiting the
transgressors
But it’s not the
wicked who suffer
It’s the most humble
and devout
The poor and the needy
Who suffer the most
Why would God do such
a thing?
What would be gained?
It’s not a Godly act
But rather that of a
tyrant
That’s not what my God
would do
My God is a loving God
Not a wrathful being
The secular blame God
For not stopping
natural disasters
They don’t believe in
him
But blame him anyway
Where was God?
What was God doing
when he was needed?
When something
wonderful happens
They praise nature’s
ingenuity
Yet when tragedy
strikes
It’s “where was God?”
God is not to blame
It is not within his
power to prevent disasters
So he does what he can
He comforts and
supports
Eases suffering and
ends pain
But my God is not to
blame
Mother Nature is the
culprit
The planet is angry
with mankind
And unleashes these
acts of spite
To punish us for our
indifference
Mother Nature roars
And defines our
insignificance
When the earth moves
And mountains split
When winds tear up all
before them
And the seas rise up
We are powerless
But we are not alone
When we are at our
most vulnerable
Who do we call upon?
God
Whoever that God might
be
Mine is an
understanding God
A compassionate God
Oh God to you we pray
To let peace on earth
come our way
Oh God to you we pray
Would that we could
have our way
Oh God grant this day
That peace on earth
will come our way
Oh God, we hear you
say
That peace on earth
will come our way
If we could from this
day
Just live Christmas
every day
Inspired by Helen
Steiner Rice (1900-1981)
John, in his boat one grey autumn day
Bobbing on the lakes
black water
His heart gripped by
blackness
As he sobbed for the
loss of his daughter
His blood ran cold
through his veins
As he stared at the
dark water there
Water that would welcome
him
And end a life filled
with despair
John’s life was as
empty as his heart
Now his dear little
girl was gone
That sweet yellow
haired angel
Without her he just
couldn’t go on
Then calmness came upon the water
And he became suddenly
aware
He was no longer alone
in his boat
As he stared at the
dark water there
The boat no longer
bobbed on the lake
As he turned to look
behind him
He saw God sitting in
the stern
And on the shore stood
two Seraphim
God sat with smiling
countenance
His hair white as
artic snow
His soft eyes just
radiated love
And he emitted a
warming glow
John stood silent
before his god
As the boat drifted
towards the shore
And the black despair
which gripped him
Left his body through
every pore
Then Gods eyes looked
toward the land
To where his brace of
angels stood
And John was moved to
do the same
And in that instant he
understood
For stood between the
angels
Was his sweet yellow
haired girl
Her broken body once
more whole
And a hallow sat above
her curls
Though the heavenly
father never spoke
John understood the
meaning clear
His darling child made
Cherubim was safe
And his time was not
yet near
Then singing the songs
of paradise
The Seraphim both
ascended high
While his darling girl
waved to him
And ascended herself
into the sky
John turned towards
the stern
As the boat bobbed on
the lake again
But saw only an empty
space
The king had returned
to his domain
John, in his boat that
grey autumn day
Bobbing on the lakes
black water
Now felt at peace with
himself
Though he still
grieved for his darling daughter
The waters were not so
black any more
And love displaced
despair in his heart
Though he would always
miss his angel
He knew they would not
always be apart
I went to a funeral today
What a totally
depressing day
In was a humanist
service
Cold and utterly
soulless
With some mumbling
buffoon
Waffling on in
monotone
A couple of poorly
read poems
From some well-thumbed
tomes
And ended in a fit of
irony
To the tune of “stay with
me”
He was not religious I
will concede
But even a man lacking
a creed
Should be launched
into oblivion
To the sound of a
rousing requiem
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
