20121219
20121218
Kanpur August 31 1979
But I'm ill and I'm down.
My spirit burns low,
And my heartfelt cry -
Not medicine, father,
Not comfort, not home,
Simply "Mam".
Where's my mother?
O to be in her arms,
O to be cradled, caressed,
To be cared for by no other hand,
Take me home to my mother land!
(As a young man I travelled to India and got sick, as you do. I wrote this then.)
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20121214
Not hard to believe it
Earthly things seem to me like a day dream,
Like a cornfield lives men sway before me.
O loving God, you're my Lord,
Your Christ is my love and I rest on your Word.
Sinners dance in a trance all their life time,
Grace from the Spirit could save them from their crime.
With him we may mount and ride
Pilgrims to heaven, your Word is our guide.
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The Widow's Mite
The widow's might
Might be but a mite,
But oh that we might do the same.
If our mite was our might
And our might was given as a mite,
Then how mighty might we be.
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20121213
Unborn
While I was still a twinkle in your eye,
Why did you have to blink?
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Ambition
When I thought of being
What I am today
Many moons ago,
Little did I know
It would be this way.
No, I never really knew,
I didn't have a clue
But now, I do.
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True Love
True love is like the morning sun
It's big and round and lots of fun
But like the sunrise every day
Why is true love so far away?
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The fantasist
He imagined Imogen
While on a date with Kate.
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Lyrical and cynical
I'm too far sighted
To be incited
To be excited
Over you.
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20121208
Preacher's Saturday Song
Where's my hymn book to?
Is it in Timbuktu?
Where's my hymn book gone?
It was here all along.
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20121203
Cool of the day
I'm walking on God's earth
In the cool of the day
Wending my way
In the cool of the day.
On my own
In the cool of the day,
In the cool, cool, cool of the day.
When will I walk with him
In the cool of the day?
With Christ I say
In the cool of the day.
Hold his hand
In the cool of the day,
In the cool, cool, cool of the day.
Today we walk as one
In the cool of the day.
I walk and pray
In the cool of the day.
With my Lord
In the cool of the day,
In the cool, cool, cool of the day.
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