Just a little poem wot I wrote

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A lockdown lament
Psalm 118... revisited

In isolation again...
Can’t go to church,
Visit family,
Go shopping with friends...

The government thinks they have the
answer,
And all are desperately trying different plans...

The world...

Is, is crowding in, Blaming God for everything...

But I’m on team God!

They reject Him, out of hand...
But He took the rejected
And made it the cornerstone...

Man can’t get the upper hand,
When they try to knock me down
With God on our side
we’ll bounce back...

COME ON!

You are my God I will exalt You,
Give thanks for He is good!
His love endures forever.
 
A cheerful? thought for a grey Monday morning

Don’t wait

Don’t wait for the Hearst to take you to church,
It’s too late then!
Don’t wait ‘TIL the Lord calls you home
To say sorry for your sin.
There is no late availability booking
To decide to change your mind
Don’t leave it too late
To choose heaven
Eternity is a long time!
 
Got woken up at 05.00 gmt this morning with the phrase:- You didn’t have to... God chose you!
couldn’t get beck to sleep so wrote the following...
Didn’t have to...
Jesus chose me, Just as I am

Didn’t have to be invited for an interview
Earn qualifications
Win a competition
Be top of the pops...
Didn’t have to become middle class
Get a hair cut
Wear a suit
Read the bible
Didn’t have to fully understand
What’s going on?
Jesus chose me...
Just as I am

Didn’t have to have a colourful back story
Didn’t have to have wallowed in worldly enticements
Enjoyed the sins of the flesh...
Didn’t have to know all the answers
Didn’t have to know all the questions
Be in a mess
At the ‘End of your tether’
Jesus chose me
Just as I am

Didn’t have to stand out-in a crowd
Climb a tree to get noticed,
Didn’t have to be a drug addict
Imbibe the fruit of the vine...
Didn’t have to go on a pilgrimage to
‘Prove your worth’
Didn’t have to be humble, self-effaced
Jesus chose me
Just as I am



Didn’t have to...
Jesus chose me...
That’s when the fun began!
 
Psalm 118... revisited
In isolation again...

Can’t go to church,
Visit family,
Go shopping with friends...
The government thinks they have the
answer,
And all are desperately trying different plans...

The world...
Is, is crowding in, Blaming God for everything...

But I’m on team God!

They reject Him, out of hand...
But He took the rejected
And made it the cornerstone...
Man can’t get the upper hand,

When they try to knock us down
With God on our side
we’ll bounce back...


COME ON!

You are my God I will exalt You,
Give thanks for He is good!
His love endures forever.
 
Oops!!! press the wrong button and managed to post the same poem twice...
although the same line line appears in both
COME ON
This exaltation seems to be the encouragement God is prompting me at the moment

You can’t outrun a poor diet

You can’t outrun a poor diet
It will eventually catch you out
Your arteries will clog up
With the extra weight,
You have to work hard just to stand still!
Out of breath,
You are starting to regret,
Going large
For a few extra chips...

You can’t outrun a poor prayer life,
A quick emergency prayer
Will be answered
When you’re cornered like a rat...
Why wait
for the next emergency
To get on your knees
And talk to Him?
Why wait ‘til the prayer meeting,
To binge, pig out on prayer?
Like eating a Chinese
You’ll only be hungry
A few hours later...
and yearn to again be fed..
Why wait ‘til ‘Fasting Fridays’
To concentrate on Him?

Be a fit prayer warrior!
Train daily,
Diligently,
Do whatever it takes to be fit!
Then you will be like Isaiah
In Isaiah 40 :31

You don’t eat breakfast
Once a week?
Skip lunch ‘cos you can’t be bothered to eat?
Go to an ‘all you can eat buffet’
Only to have a slice of toast?

COME ON!

Pray without ceasing
Keep topped up
With the power of God!
Feast on manna from heaven
Drink from the well that never runs out...

For when we pray
Heaven is open
For that one to one with God!
 
God hears us when we pray,
in our distress we cry, our flesh desires,
by choice the spirit desires, conflict always,
God showed his love; Christ died; for all.
Risen again; same with-in - the fleshly body;
Spirit is awakened, through Truth;
Only the Lord Jesus Christ enables - Acceptance?
Up to you - saved from sin already you are-
Saved the kingdom of heaven - your are not
For you are dead spiritually until it is awakened, and
you make a choice - to Choose God and the Lord Jesus Christ
Then love God - thankfulness; prayer for others in life; - enjoying
time spent - love others: in the same manner - thankfulness of
their existence, and hope for their safety through prayer and trust that God
will watch over for he hears us when pray.
 
Wrote this thinking about Easter and my non Christian friends trying to rationalise my faith

The price

The price, He paid
Whether we wanted it or not...
Went to the cross, then Rose again!
Only for us to turn our back...
No thanks, Not for us...

Research the internet,
Try to understand,
Sounds too good to be true...
Try to explain it away
The gift, He freely gave...
No cost, no price to pay
Where’s the catch?
But they left it on the table
And walk away...

Didn’t ask Him to do it
But He did it any way...
We try to broker a better deal
Get to heaven on our own terms...
Take the credit
For the whole idea
Be nominated for a Nobel prize?

But hard as we try to rationalise...
It’s simple as...
Starts at the foot of the cross....
Don’t get confused with Easter Bunnies, Chocolate eggs
And Hot Cross Buns...
Just Remember...
Jesus.
Cross.
Empty tomb...
Salvation.
Eternity.
Just for you!
 
Alan Heeley said:
Come on!
(A modern day war cry

No point in wearing yourself out
On the treadmill of prayer
When you don’t believe
Jesus will do what you ask.

No point in praying halfheartedly
Just in case
He doesn’t answer your prayer...

Don’t bother praying
‘If it’s your will’
But pray
‘Your will be done!’

COME ON!

Start to believe
Battle on your knees
Start to see the vision
God has got for this place!
Start to believe
God is moving
Throughout this land
And not passing us by

Expect to see mountains move
Into the sea...
Flames leaping out from burning bushes
That don’t burn...

Let the flames burn in our hearts
Doing Prayer battles
In the heavenly realm!

COME ON!

Put on the full armour of God
The battle still rages on
The victory,
Gods already won!

In Jesus name
Get on your knees
Mean what you say
Say what you mean

Become Gods prayer warrior
Let your prayers be,
Yea, and amen!
Answer the call
Expect the unexpected
As God reveals His plan

Are you ready,
For the twenty first century
Way of doing church
Are you up for the challenge?

Well then shout...

Yea and Amen
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Wow!
Beautiful...
 
CPerkins said:
A good conscience is a true blessing. Having a good diet of spiritual food and drink is so important in our spiritual walk and a great aid in avoiding temptation.

Your poem reveals to me the battle we have when priorities are not straight in our life and we don't yet hunger and thirst after righteousness. The source of righteousness can only be found in God's word and from drinking the living waters of God's Holy Spirit.
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Yes! Beautifully said.


Alan Heeley said:
Faith

Walk on water,
Heal the sick,
Feed five thousand ,
No problem to Him...

Move mountains,
Part rivers,
Preach the gospel,
Heal the sick,
We can do the same...
Jesus promised,
If only we put
Our faith in Him!

Faith is believing
Your sins are forgiven,
Believing the promise of eternal life...
Faith is believing
God’s still in charge,
When the world is in such a state...

Faith is, when the cup seems empty
And you’ve been promised
it would never run dry...
Faith is when you put the cup to your lips
And there seems nowt inside...
Faith is, you’re drinking
Thirst quenching
From His endless supply

Faith...
Can’t see it,
Can’t feel it
Can’t Borrow
Can’t Fake it,
But I know, that I know...

Jesus said it!
Paul did it!
COME ON!
You can do it!
In the name of Jesus
Get up and walk!
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Alan, beautiful! I really enjoy your poems.
 
They wanted a mighty leader...
They got a baby in a crib.

They wanted revolution...
They got a man on a cross.

They wanted a ruler...
They got Jesus Christ.
 
Over and out

You don’t have to scramble the message,
Add a confidentiality clause...
Talk in code
Go through a second person,

To talk with God

You don’t have to
Make an appointment,
Go to a chat room...
Make sure you have an internet signal
Remember a password,
You don’t have to
Use the phonetic alphabet
Learn any special lingo...
You don’t have to listen to
‘On hold Muzak’
Before

Talking to God

You don’t have to put your hand up,
Wait your turn,
Rehearse what you want to say
Use a citizen band radio...

When talking to God

You don’t have to worry about:-
Network coverage...
Running out of credit...
Having the latest edition mobile phone!

You don’t have to worry about:-
Running out of charge...
Remembering His number...
Putting Him on speed dial...
You don’t even have to have Him
On your list of friends!

He’ll still listen to you...

You don’t have to put your hands together,
Go down on your knees,
Go to chapel,
Wear your Sunday best,
Pilgrimage half way round the world...

You don’t need to be embarrassed...
He already knows...
You don’t have to wait til dawn
Heaven’s never closed!

There’s no time like the present!
God I just wanted to say...
 
I stopped writing poems for years after a ministers wife ‘blessed me’ with a critic of my poems saying “they were mediocre and would never amount to much”... after eight years of hurt and pity parties I realised so what? Im not writing them for her, if she doesn’t like them move on!


Don’t judge a book by its cover, It’s me and that how I am

They said I was scruffy
Lazy, messy, couldn’t concentrate
But inside I was in turmoil,
Cos as hard as I tried,
The words they wouldn’t come out,
Like they should...
There were no computers or spell check
Although sometimes with my spelling
I’ve even confused them

Back out instead of outback
Made the class all laugh
And what the teacher retorted
Still remembered painfully
Sixty years on

But you learn to adapt
Use another word
Avoid writing things down,
Work harder than others
To compensate

But here is the problem,
People understand when
you’ve broken your leg
But when the worms won’t come out right
Out come the old cliches
Out comes the hurt

I’d love to stand up in front of others,
and give a speech...
Write great stories,
Poems,
That people appreciate

But I struggle hard
To make the words rhyme
Read it back so many times,
Cos words that I have written in my head
Sometimes don’t all make it to the page

Then I have to change the word
I want to use,
Cos the spell check is having a laugh...
And however hard I try to spell it
It comes up with yet another word

Maybe that’s what I should do...
Give up, try something else,
For sixty years I have covered up
Adapted, fought hard
To be mediocre
all my life

Someone says I’ve got dyslexia
I should get tested,
A lot of good that would do!
Pay three hundred quid for
Some professional
To tell me what I already knew,
And at my time of life
What’s the point
What good would it do?

Well actually it would reassure me
I’ve not been lazy
Scruffy
Not trying hard enough...
For years I’ve been criticised
For years been misunderstood
At last someone would Recognise
the problem
Not put me down...
For being messy,
A waste of time,
For not trying hard enough...

And when I find the courage
To share a poem or something I wrote
I know it’s only mediocre
But to me
It’s like a Shakespeare sonnet
Like a ditty from Pam Aires

should I have listened
to the person
Who said “they’re alright”
“You’ll never get published”...
“They’ll never amount to much”
Just give up
Don’t bother
Don’t put myself through this pain
Of putting pen to paper
Never bother to write again

Because
They judged the book by the cover
Didn’t get to know the author at all
How hard he had to work to be mediocre
How hard it was to write things down

So this will most likely
be my last poem,
You’ll ever hear from me again
I’ll just melt into the background
So no longer
You’ll feel embarrassed
Lost for words
Don’t know what to say

So thank you for your patience
For reading this...
And when you are dealing with others,
Don’t forget...
They may be mediocre
Not quite up to the mark

But they are battling to do their best...
But it don’t come out quite right,
They know they’ll be rejected
Put on the scrap heap
But they still keep on trying hard
to get it right...

But to Father God in Heaven
They’re precious
He delights in everyone of them...

So those who’s been blessed
With ability
Remember the also ran,
Just remember
In their humble efforts
They’re doing the best they can,
For them this mediocre effort
This is as good as it
 
Alan Heeley said:
I stopped writing poems for years after a ministers wife ‘blessed me’ with a critic of my poems saying “they were mediocre and would never amount to much”... after eight years of hurt and pity parties I realised so what? Im not writing them for her, if she doesn’t like them move on!


Don’t judge a book by its cover, It’s me and that how I am

They said I was scruffy
Lazy, messy, couldn’t concentrate
But inside I was in turmoil,
Cos as hard as I tried,
The words they wouldn’t come out,
Like they should...
There were no computers or spell check
Although sometimes with my spelling
I’ve even confused them

Back out instead of outback
Made the class all laugh
And what the teacher retorted
Still remembered painfully
Sixty years on

But you learn to adapt
Use another word
Avoid writing things down,
Work harder than others
To compensate

But here is the problem,
People understand when
you’ve broken your leg
But when the worms won’t come out right
Out come the old cliches
Out comes the hurt

I’d love to stand up in front of others,
and give a speech...
Write great stories,
Poems,
That people appreciate

But I struggle hard
To make the words rhyme
Read it back so many times,
Cos words that I have written in my head
Sometimes don’t all make it to the page

Then I have to change the word
I want to use,
Cos the spell check is having a laugh...
And however hard I try to spell it
It comes up with yet another word

Maybe that’s what I should do...
Give up, try something else,
For sixty years I have covered up
Adapted, fought hard
To be mediocre
all my life

Someone says I’ve got dyslexia
I should get tested,
A lot of good that would do!
Pay three hundred quid for
Some professional
To tell me what I already knew,
And at my time of life
What’s the point
What good would it do?

Well actually it would reassure me
I’ve not been lazy
Scruffy
Not trying hard enough...
For years I’ve been criticised
For years been misunderstood
At last someone would Recognise
the problem
Not put me down...
For being messy,
A waste of time,
For not trying hard enough...

And when I find the courage
To share a poem or something I wrote
I know it’s only mediocre
But to me
It’s like a Shakespeare sonnet
Like a ditty from Pam Aires

should I have listened
to the person
Who said “they’re alright”
“You’ll never get published”...
“They’ll never amount to much”
Just give up
Don’t bother
Don’t put myself through this pain
Of putting pen to paper
Never bother to write again

Because
They judged the book by the cover
Didn’t get to know the author at all
How hard he had to work to be mediocre
How hard it was to write things down

So this will most likely
be my last poem,
You’ll ever hear from me again
I’ll just melt into the background
So no longer
You’ll feel embarrassed
Lost for words
Don’t know what to say

So thank you for your patience
For reading this...
And when you are dealing with others,
Don’t forget...
They may be mediocre
Not quite up to the mark

But they are battling to do their best...
But it don’t come out quite right,
They know they’ll be rejected
Put on the scrap heap
But they still keep on trying hard
to get it right...

But to Father God in Heaven
They’re precious
He delights in everyone of them...

So those who’s been blessed
With ability
Remember the also ran,
Just remember
In their humble efforts
They’re doing the best they can,
For them this mediocre effort
This is as good as it
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Hello, Alan;

Just because she was the minister's wife doesn't mean, well, you know...When I was 14 I sang in the choir and the director told me I couldn't sing, in front of the class! That stunk, but it didn't stop me and have been singing up to today.

Your poem made me reflect on my health. Because of my type II diabetes I don't have a "wet" throat like when I was younger and so it gets dry and need to drink water often. This can hinder my singing especially in the middle of a verse or chorus.

God bless you, brother, and your family.
 
Alan Heeley said:
the old cliches
Out comes the hurt

I’d love to stand up in front of others,
and give a speech
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bobinfaith said:
wet"
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How many years are lost when we allow the world to
bobinfaith said:
Hello, Alan;

Just because she was the minister's wife doesn't mean, well, you know...When I was 14 I sang in the choir and the director told me I couldn't sing, in front of the class! That stunk, but it didn't stop me and have been singing up to today.

Your poem made me reflect on my health. Because of my type II diabetes I don't have a "wet" throat like when I was younger and so it gets dry and need to drink water often. This can hinder my singing especially in the middle of a verse or chorus.

God bless you, brother, and your family.
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how Much time has been lost listening to others rather than looking to Jesus the author and finisher of our faith
At least it didn’t take 40 years like the Israelites for me to get ‘my act together!
 
my favourite lines in this poem are:-
If your gonna call out His name,
Call Him ABBA Father...
Cos He already knows your name
And how to spell it...

it blessed me to tears as I wrote it realising that God doesn’t only know my name but He knows how to spell it properly!


IF

If you’re gonna run...
Run to the cross.

If you’re gonna believe in something,
Believe in Jesus!

If you’re gonna get angry,
Do it on your knees...

If you’re gonna love
Love Jesus

If you’re gonna dance,
Do it on Gods great dance floor!

If you’re gonna hide...
Hide in the clef of the rock.
See Exodus 33...


If you’re gonna cry..
Go ahead, Don’t worry
Those tears are precious to Jesus...

If you’re gonna work up a thirst
Drink of the living waters...

You’re gonna get hungry,
Don’t forget,
Revelation 7: 16...

If your gonna call out His name,
Call Him ABBA Father...
Cos He already knows your name
And how to spell it...

Calling Him daddy is so special
when walking in the cool of the day,
hand in hand with My Saviour,
Family time with Father...

If you’re gonna sit and do nothing...
Do it recumbent at the feet for Jesus
Or resting in His loving arms..
Your always welcome!

If you’re gonna gossip,
Gossip the gospel ...
Spread the word of God
and make your words fruitful...

If you’re gonna believe in something,
Believe in Jesus!
Am I repeating my self again?

If you’re gonna ask why?
Look in the bible,
Gods hand book for earthly living...

If you’re going to ...
just because...

Just because He’s God
That’s who HE is!
And always will be!
Thinks... that me about finished
 
Can’t imagine what it’s like not to celebrate Easter in spring???

It’s a new day

Today we remember,
We celebrate
a new day,
A New beginning,
A New start.
The earth is busy recovering from winter,
it’s starting to come alive...
See Gods creation
Starting to bud,
Starting to grow,
Starting to Come into new life.
On this special Easter Day
Thank you Jesus
Because today
We celebrate that you rose again
We celebrate the precious gift of Salvation
We celebrate the gift of eternal life🙏
 
Firsts

All journeys start with the first step,
Love starts with that first kiss,
The day can’t start without that first
Cuppa,
New year starts when we ‘go on a diet’
Because over Christmas she’s put on weight.

Spring starts with the call
Of nesting birds
Of snowdrops and daffodils
Of walks in the woods
Seeing the leaves budding
On the trees

The weekend starts when you can’t find
your name, In the obituary column!
Holidays start when I’m allowed to wear that new jumper
saved for a special occasion...
Racing start when they announce,
“Gentlemen start your engines”!
Boxing can’t start til they’ve weighed
The contestants
Meals in our house can’t start
Til we’ve said thank you, Jesus...

Eternity starts with the moment

We first meet,

at the cross

With Jesus...

Today is the day
The first day of the rest of our lives
Walking closely , with Him...
Happy Easter 🐣
 
Alan Heeley said:
Firsts

All journeys start with the first step,
Love starts with that first kiss,
The day can’t start without that first
Cuppa,
New year starts when we ‘go on a diet’
Because over Christmas she’s put on weight.

Spring starts with the call
Of nesting birds
Of snowdrops and daffodils
Of walks in the woods
Seeing the leaves budding
On the trees

The weekend starts when you can’t find
your name, In the obituary column!
Holidays start when I’m allowed to wear that new jumper
saved for a special occasion...
Racing start when they announce,
“Gentlemen start your engines”!
Boxing can’t start til they’ve weighed
The contestants
Meals in our house can’t start
Til we’ve said thank you, Jesus...

Eternity starts with the moment

We first meet,

at the cross

With Jesus...

Today is the day
The first day of the rest of our lives
Walking closely , with Him...
Happy Easter 🐣
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