Friday, December 17, 2010

THE GIFT OF GOD


THE GIFT of GOD.

The wise old Prophets had foretold it well
that on this earth a good King shall dwell,
A birth of the Son of God from High Above
would be born to fill this earth with love.


Many, many years ago one dark night
a large star did shine so blinding bright
for mother Mary had on a donkey rode
to shelter in a rough stable for her abode.
There, that same night she did give birth
and delivered the son of man to this earth
in white swaddling cloth a babe so small
who would help bring love and hope to all.

The Magi
We, three wise Magi from the far East
are travelling on camels far to the west
We are learned astrologers you may know
and we have long been following that glow.
We have to travel late into the dark night
so we can follow that glorious bright light
towards David's city we followed that star
from Chaldea ....we have traveled this far.
We do know where the bright light may go
for there is a new baby King born so low
so small and pure just new from his birth
he has come to save us from eternal death.
We three, have bought many gifts of love
to present to the Son of God from above.
A gift of gold which does befit a true King
whose throne is located where the angels sing
Some Arabian frankincense that suits a God
who will rule the new earth with an iron rod.
For an immortal, gifts of sweet smelling myrrh
to adorn a just and wise King who'll reign demur.


The Shepherds
That night was so cold and bonfires were lit
We had all gathered around to eat and sit
there with our sheep and goats herded in tight
when we saw that star shining high and bright.
The dark night was so silent and so very still
that the hairs on our neck stood up with chill
I started to shiver as the nightingale took wing
for I was certain that I had heard an Angel sing.
In the distance, shadows of three camels appeared
"Far too small for a travelling caravan," Isaac said.
"It is a very strange time to be traveling so late!"
exclaimed old Jacob as he ate from his clay plate.

The Three Wise Men
The three strangers rode their camels in nearer
closer to the fire which made their faces clearer.
"We have been traveling some long distance afar
for we have followed at night the Heralding Star.
It rests over the Inn Keeper's stable filled with hay
which he lends out to poor people who cannot pay."
The three men nodded and parted into the dark night
and we curiously followed to see what was in sight.
On reaching the old Innkeepers's hay filled stable
I crept closer to the window to see what I was able.
So between the old shepherd's bow legs I did peep
to see a young woman and babe surrounded by sheep.
So peaceful and calm, it was so wondrous to behold
and now it has become a greatest story ever told;
for from this humble birth of a babe with all it's glory
which has been foretold in Isaiah and Daniel's story
with Mag; Shepherds and Angels in lowly birth
he came from heaven above to die for us on Earth.
BAC


Thursday, August 5, 2010

Life in 1970's


Life In the 1970's

Sex seems to be the symbols if this modern world
Drinking, swearing and lying are the spoken word.
Car accidents and death through carelessness and drink
Why take the innocent young ones, please stop and think.
Abortion is what they seem to want; a killing of birth
But God wants love of life on this wonderful earth.
It is war in Vietnam and fighting in the Middle East
Armageddon it will be soon as East meets the West
Uprising in Lisbon in Portugal; Watergate in USA
Earthquake in Peru, famine and hunger they say
Biafra, Ethiopia draught. Sydney, Australia flood
America racial friction. Argentina violence, blood.
Pollution, fallout,dust, noise, dead water and disease
Assassination, rebellion, destruction. God help us please.
I want to hear the birds sing; to see the blue clear sky, sun
Green grass, flowers and trees. To feel free and to have fun.
Autumn, Winter, Spring, Summer all have beauty in store
Fresh clear air, mountain stream. Modern life I want no War.

Monday, August 2, 2010

THINGS In COMMON.


One might not be brilliant or well read.
But to enjoy ones company and joy
Things in common do count more.
As you grow older, the time you share.
Learn to play again. Tears and laughter.
Camping; fishing and sitting in the sun.
Gardening; swimming, tea on the deck.
Arguing and then making up.
Wondering what you were fighting about.
Memory lapse. Have to have the last say
always did. Well mum said I did anyway.
Walking on the beach, hand in hand
no need to speak. Just a slow smile
a squeeze of the hand. That will do.
A drive to the river mouth,
listening to music in the open air.
Packed sandwiches spread on the grass
near the old home farm where mum grew up.
Memories of gone bye times.
Of missed opportunities. Sadness. Despair.
But the twinkle in the eye. The kiss of the hand.
The little things count more. Eyes cannot lie.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

LOVE THAT DOES NOT DIE!


This is a tale of a woman who loved her man;
The hurt and sadness of her years disappeared.
She learnt to trust in his love and her instincts.
He taught her to love; care and trust him again
Wild passion they shared;was it but all a sham.

Age meant nothing: they were back in their youth
His dark eyes glowed with tender love and desire,
They walked in silence, holding hands along the beach
The years had rolled back to another time and era.
They shared much in common. All she wanted was the truth!

Now she learnt that "I love you"; meant I bed you.
"Promise" is a word for "maybe" and to be broke
"May God Bless you" is as close to as I curse you.
Honour, isn't in the vocabulary. Has no explanation
To trust God! Trust in what? Whfff! Him? A joke.

When she was waiting for the bubble to burst. Faith.
"I'm sorry," is a word used so often. Used for Pardon.
Should be said face to face and eye to eye. Not Text.
Dreams are made to be shattered. Hope to dashed.
Life has no worth, He took away her dreams and hope.

Shania's song of "From the moment," had meaning of
Words and tune. "I close my eyes," has memories too.
Lies and deceit she had a life time of. Interference!
She will never trust again empty words of tapes and texts.
Of" Haven't I proved that to you?" So many wasted years.

Promised letters of explanation, she has yet to receive.
He will not take from her the happiest of years ever.
She still believes in his love for her. Time cannot destroy
What they lost in their youth and gained with wisdom of age.
Both have experienced disappointment, regret and deceit