He Intervenes

My God who created the Heaven and the Earth
He intervenes...
He separated the waters from the skies
He intervenes...
He created the animals and the creatures of the sea
He intervenes...
He created the birds and the bees
He intervenes...
He created Adam and Eve breathed life in them
He intervenes...
His ways and thoughts are beyond us
He intervenes...
We cannot hide from Him for where can we go
He intervenes...
No problem for Him is great or small
He intervenes...
He paid the price for us with His Son' life on the cross
He intervenes...
We are able to stand in awe with fear and trembling before His holy throne
only because
He intervenes...

Christmas 'n' Granny

Christmas revives memories of old
days when I was back in granny's fold.
She would be slaving all day long
weeks before the Christmas morn.
The little house all filled up high
with savouries, sweetmeats and fruity fries
that would fill our hearts with great delight.
The smells that permeated the airy room
luring loads of hungry hearts on Christmas night.
The house freshly painted in white
while the Christmas tree all colourful and bright
enshrouded the room with its fragrance so light.
The crib so deftly created by expert hands
which housed the Holy family and the three Wise men.
Presents all wrapped 'neath the tree
filling the hearts of all with glee.
And as the days went into months
which slowly passed by into years...
now, I've grown with a family of my own;
but I still reminisce about the days gone by,
when I spent christmas in granny's fold.

A Floating Cloud

I wish I could float on a cloud, up way up high...
away from life's troubles cares and strife.
Looking down on creation from way up high...
watching God' creatures both great and small
wondering and reveling at His Majestic awe.
Why are we burdened with a load of care?
Why do we have to please the man of Earth
instead of the God of the air?
Why can't we be like the birds of the air?
who neither reap, sow nor care...
We are tainted, tried and tsted everyday -
by people who have no care.

My Shield

I wake up every morning and wonder what my life is worth
people all around seem so strange and so out of this earth.
Time flies, seasons change, yet I feel no thing, its all a haze.
I was at the threshold of life and now I stand in its midst
stones pelting, spears flying arrows darting...
I have no fear cause I wear my breast plate of righteousness
and the belt of truth...
The shield of faith covering me from arrows that flameth...
I wear on me the helmet of Salvation and the Sword of the Spirit -
My God's Word...

United in Prayer

The golden rays that spread in the sky,
and kiss the earth with golden light.
Amidst the birth of a new born morn
God's Angel holds a magic wand,
to breathe new life to one and all.
The birds awake and chirp with glee
while flowers that blossom and bloom are free.
The day progresses with warmth and love
that has been showered from up above.
The even' twilight signals the end of day
when all God's creatures join together and pray.