Category: Reflections

He learnt to use his talent
As a little boy of three
Singing to the adults
As he sat upon their knee

He learnt to play the music
That he loved on a guitar
His little face aglow with pride
As he played each bar

People loved to listen
For they thought he was unique
For this boy had developed
His very own technique

Throughout the years that followed
This talent ruled his life
It caused him endless heartaches
And arguments and strife

Yet he so loved the music
That it possessed his soul
He played all kinds of music
From a waltz to rock and roll

The people cheered and clapped and screamed
And called for an encore
As the music blared and people danced
And swirled across the floor

Though he did not realise it
Many souls were sent to Hell
As they worshipped to the music
That he learnt to play so well

 

She loiters in a doorway
Or the corner of a street
Dressed to excite the passion
Of the man she is to meet

Her attire is seductive
Her demeanour self assured
Her every move enticing
She is loud and unperturbed

She knows he may be married
But that’s not her concern
Her only interest is
The sum of money she will earn

He’s only one of many
Who fall into her snare
She doesn’t even know his name
Nor does she really care

There are so many like her
As shallow and as cheap
Destroying many souls
In the destruction that they reap

Their end is in Hell fire
On that great and dreadful day
When Christ Jesus passes judgment
For they walk the evil way

But what about you, Brother
You know they’re doing wrong
And yet you will not help them
Your pride is much too strong

You could tell them of Jesus
Whose precious blood was shed
For forgiveness of their sins
For He died in their stead

And what about you Sister
You look the other way
You do not stop to speak to them
For what will people say

Yet Jesus loves the prostitute
The woman at the well
Was a predestined seed
She did not go to Hell

But on the Day of Judgment
When your very soul’s laid bare
What will you have to answer
Knowing that you didn’t care

 

So often the sins of the fathers
Cause fingers to point at their kin
“Like father, like son” reads the idiom
“Like mother, like daughter” they grin

So often the sins of the children
Are laid at the parents’ door
They’ve either been spoilt or neglected
Of this the gossips are sure

Though it’s true there are family curses
Hereditary demons passed on
We need not give in to their influence
We can rid us of them and move on

But how many look a bit deeper
They’d see just how wrong man can be
Each person’s an individual
With a choice of being bound or being free

 

I’ve called, but you won’t listen
Reproof you have abhorred
My counsel disregarded
My outstretched hand ignored

For this I will not answer
When you call on My name
I’ll laugh at your calamities
You’ll call on Me in vain

When fear comes as a torment
I’ll mock you to your shame
In your distress and anguish
You’ll call on Me again

You’ll seek, but you won’t find Me
You’ll plead, but I won’t hear
You’ll reap the bitter harvest
Of the seeds that you hold dear

But those who love My knowledge
And choose to fear My Name
Will dwell with Me forever
In love that will not wane

Throughout the ages
Man tried to destroy
The Word of God’s truth
Through many a ploy

The Christians were martyred
In numerous ways
As man tried to blot out
The life giving rays

But though the Earth darkened
With blood of the saints
As the cruelty of heathens
Knew no restraints

A light still kept burning
In those who lived on
And faith was abundant
When all hope seemed gone

For the Spirit of God
Is a flame that won’t die
And His love shines as bright
As the stars in the sky

His mercy and grace
Are eternal and sure
And His wisdom and truth
Will forever endure

 

When I’m unable
To give You much time
I feel so empty
Father of mine

I need Your sweet presence
I need Your sweet touch
Need to speak to and hear You
I love You so much

When I’m unable
To start out the day
Having been blessed
After kneeling to pray

This heart of mine yearns
For fulfillment in You
A yearning that lingers
In all that I do

For I thirst for the Water of Life
That You give
And I hunger for You
Every day that I live

For You are my first love
My everything
You are my Lord
And my Master, my King

 

Without Him there is no beauty
Without Him there is no peace
Without Him there’s no contentment
Without Him there’s no release

Without Him there’s only darkness
Without Him there’s only strife
Without Him there’s only suffering
Without Him no eternal life

Without Him there’s no rejoicing
Without Him there is no love
Without Him there’s only sorrow
What if there was no God above

 

Yesterday is but a dream
Its suffering and despair
Are left behind, a nightmare
No longer do I care

For dreams are passing shadows
Reality is now
Tomorrow’s cares are yet to come
I’ll manage them somehow

But I am living in today
Within its joys and woes
Knowing I am not alone
My every thought God knows

And if I share each happening
With Him, I can’t go wrong
He puts a spring in every step
Within my heart a song

 

You showed me a rainbow
While I sat upon my bed
It made a full arc
In the sky overhead

In that instant I remembered
Your first rainbow in the sky
A reminder of each promise
That You gave us, Adonai

For Your promises true
Not one Word can ever fail
That Your holy mouth has uttered
Your Word always will prevail

And I know that I can stand
Having done all, Lord, to stand
For You guide me into victory
By Your unchanging hand

 

How it hurts to see a man
Once so big and strong
Reduced to a mere shadow of himself
Yet lingering on

Slowly dying, yet fighting hard
To escape death’s door
Hating life, yet scared of dying
Fearing what’s in store

How it hurts to see a woman
Mother and a wife
Imprisoned in a wheelchair
In the prime of life

Unable to live normally
Just watching life pass by
Unable to adjust herself
And always wondering why

How it hurts to see a boy
Who should be playing free
Unable to walk without help
Because he cannot see

Knowing only darkness
Not comprehending day
Stumbling, often falling
Over objects in the way

There are multitudes of people
Living in despair
Not living, just existing
Seeing no hope anywhere

Imprisoned in the darkness
They need a light to see
They need to know that Jesus came
To set the captives free

They need to know that by the stripes
Of Jesus they were healed
And that if they would just believe
Their needs would be fulfilled

How would they know unless they’re told
Lord, send Your labourers
That everyone might hear Your Word
Throughout this sin filled earth