Crouched, huddled, humbled
Cowering in grief and loneliness
Hunched over, enveloped in darkness
Afraid, ashamed and alone;
Albeit desirous of great comfort, forgiveness, connection,
Emancipation, peace, deliverance
And yet, I hear a voice.
Soothing, inaudible – yet not.
Distinct, definitive, refreshing
Dare I turn?
Dare I look upward?
Dare I risk vulnerability?
I can no longer live in fear and uncertainty.
This is not living.
Standing, turning, reaching
The Voice is Light, and Rock, and Mountain Height
Where the eagle rests,
Out of reach of any who would prevail in the valley
Still the voice calls.
I am drawn, but I cannot reach.
I breathe afresh
Deeply, drawing in refreshment
Expelling all that would hinder
I call aloud to the Voice, the Rock, the Height above all.
Desperate, pleading, repenting of all that has been my own;
All that has left me entailed to the dark of fear and shame
I am lifted up,
On eagle wings,
To lofty peak,
In crevice rest.
Untouchable by darkness
I see the Light shine on me.
The warmth of wings – of comfort
The security of Rock – fortress
I sleep in peace
Nourishment is sweet
No fear of abandonment
The Voice, ever present
Only when He has prepared me
Shall we go on from here
The Sustainer and the sustained
Turn, O turn! Everyone turn
Who has been turned away
Return, restore, give back and walk
The life of right, be swayed
To turn from right to wickedness
Will bring to you a death
Turn from wickedness to right
Into light of life be swept!
I will judge each one of you
According to your ways
I take no pleasure in one’s death;
O turn and live today
My Son, for wickedness has died
His righteousness will give
To those who turn and will remain;
Abide in Him and live!
Oh, mother of mine
Whose love, so divine
Was comfort to all
Whenever we’d call
Inviting us in
After thought or at whim
Grace and mercy all round
Loving arms to surround
Providing tastes to delight
Waiting up in the night
Home and clothing so clean
Diligence gone unseen
Growing gardens of flowers
Beholding beauty was ours
Grace was personified
In your life, now glorified
A piece of us left with you
When to Christ’s feast you flew
What joy it will be
When greets us, Saviour and thee
I love you Mum, my mum
This is not original, it was on a newsletter but I didn’t know who the author was. But…I like it! (Perhaps DJ Harley)
Many will be shocked to find,
When the day of judgement nears,
That there’s a special place in heaven
Set aside for volunteers.
Furnished with big recliners,
Satin couches and foot stools;
Where there’s no committee chairmen,
No group leaders or car pools,
No eager team that needs a coach,
No bazaar and no bake sale.
There will be nothing to staple,
Not one thing to fold or mail.
Telephone lists will be outlawed,
But a finger snap will bring
Cool drinks and gourmet dinners
And treats fit for a king.
You ask, “Who’ll serve these privileged few
And work for all they’re worth?”
“Why, all those who reap the benefits
And not once volunteer on earth!”