My Coffee Card

Someone will use my coffee card,
When I'm dead.
It's not likely I'll use my points,
Then decease.
No, I'll have so many and then
On the street or in bed
I will depart this earthly life.
At last my life will cease
Then my coffee card they will see,
And use the points and think of me.

Outside my window

Outside my window, there stands a tree
Its leaves are blowing in the wind.
The sun is shining down on me,
On life's Author my hopes are pinned
For he's the God who sent his Son
Who by his death my love has won.

Night has fallen, the blinds are closed,
I cannot see the scene outside.
To saddest thought my mind's disposed,
I think of all the tears I've cried.
But soon the glorious day will come,
No longer will my heart be numb.

The shape I'm in

I've tried to see it from different angles,
The truth is I'm emotionally wreckt.
Pent up frustration inwardly strangles,
Oh exaggeration, nothing correct.

But now at last I have been he'pt to see
I ought not to have made such a demand,
Should have been a real non-starter for me.
So here on the deck of the ship I stand
Trying to shape up and see what went wrong,
Now I'm all alone and my Polly gone.

Enjoying old age

I once was young
But now I'm old.
Silver I was
But now I'm gold.

I knew it all
I'd not be told
So confident
Yet now I fold.

A man of ice
Now not so cold.
I grabbed it all,
I've lost my hold.

Once up for sale
By now I'm sold.
Such a shy one
Now oh so bold.

Predictable,
I broke the mould.
Things are better
I think, all told.

Hot graphing

I took my temperature
With a tacograph
It was miles more than it should have been

I took my temperature
With a polygraph
It was at least a hundred and ten

I took my temperature
With a spirograph
A clear pattern began to emerge

I took my temperature
With an (a)ccel'rograph
It had erupted, set for the sky.

I took my temperature
With a cryptograph
Ju x-bt b-hb-jo b 110

Psalm 127

CM
If help the Lord the house won't send,
The builders work in vain.
A town the Lord will not defend,
The guards stand watch in vain.

In vain the early morn you greet,
In vain you late hours keep,
You toil for food you love to eat;
His loved ones he grants sleep.

Your children are the Lord's gift, grand,
They're his reward, in truth.
Arrows held in a warrior's hand
Are children of one's youth.

The man whose quiver's full is blessed,
He will not be ashamed
When with his foes he fights for rest,
Where justice is obtained.

Inconsistency

Some days I'm down, I just sit about and mope,
Other days I'm on top of it, I feel like the Pope.
Some days I feel like I'm sliding down a slope,
Other days I'm happy, I'm skipping with my rope.
Some days I'm stupid, I act like I'm a dope,
Other days I feel fine and I'm sure that I can cope.
Some days I'm negative, through the dark I grope,
Other days my heart's strong and stable, I'm bursting with hope.

Psalm 93

CM
The Lord reigns, robed in majesty,
Robed, armed with strength, he is.
Established is the world, we see,
Firm and secure it is.

Your throne established long ago,
You're ever and always.
The seas they raise their voice, we know,
Their voice the seas they raise.

The seas have lifted up, they have,
O Lord, their waves that pound,
Might-i-er than the thunder of
Great waters all around.

Might-ier than breakers of the sea
Lord up above, mighty,
Your statutes fixed will ever be,
Always your house holy.

Psalm 131

76.77.6
Lord, it is not proud, my heart,
Not haughty my eyes are.
Concerned myself I am not
With things great, with things that are
Too wonderful for me.

I am quieted and calmed,
I am like a weaned child.
Content like a child that's weaned,
Isra'l, hope now in the Lord
Both now and evermore.

Psalm 134

CM
Servants of the Lord, praise the Lord,
As by night, each one stands.
As there in the house of the Lord,
You all lift up your hands.

In the sanct'ry, the Lord praising,
May the Lord from Zion
May he bless you, Maker of heav'n
And Maker of the earth.

Psalm 100

Geneva

Shout out with joy before the Lord,
All peoples in the whole wide world.
With gladness worship, lift your voice,
Come now to him, let all rejoice.

Know that the Lord is God alone;

He made us and we are his own,
We are his people all our days,
The sheep that in his pasture graze.

Come, enter then his gates with praise,

And in his courts your voices raise.
Give thanks to him and praise his name;
Within his house your joy proclaim.

For God is good, and evermore

His love and goodness will endure.
All generations he will bless
With his continued faithfulness.

Psalm 103

Hyfrydol

O my soul to God give praises;
His pure name my heart will praise.
To the Lord, my soul, sing praises,
Don't forget his bounteous ways -
He forgives you all transgression
And he heals of all disease.
From the pit he grants redemption,
Crowns your head with love and grace.

All your longings satisfying

With the good that you desire,
He your youth revivifying
Like an eagle from the fire.
Righteous acts the Lord devises,
Justice for the ones oppressed,
He his ways made known to Moses
And to all the Israelites.

Full of grace and great compassions,

Slow to anger, rich his care,
God will end his accusations
And his wrath won’t last fore'er.
None of us is ever treated
As for sin we ought to be,
Or rewarded by the standard
Of our great iniquity.

High as heav’n above the earth is

So God's love for those who fear.
Just as far as east from west is
Our transgressions now appear.
As a father has compassion
So God's love’s on those who fear;
He remembers our formation,
He recalls that dust we are.

As for man his days are like grass,

Blooming like a meadow flow’r.
When the wind blows, then they soon pass,
By their place recalled no more.
But for endless years unbroken
God’s love stays with those who fear,
Righteousness with children’s children -
All who hold his cov’nant dear.

The Lord's throne he's set in heaven,

Over all his rule holds sway.
Praise God angels, who as bidden,
Mighty ones, his word obey.
Praise God, all his heavenly legions,
You who serve in all your ways.
Praise God all, where’er he reigns,
Praise God, O my soul, give praise.

Psalm 110

St Matthew

The Lord to my Lord thus decrees,

‘Sit down at my right hand
Until I make your enemies
Your stool on which to stand.’

Your mighty sceptre from Zi’n’s hill

O Lord you will extend;
And in the midst of foes you will
Rule o’er them in the end.

Your troops upon your battle day

Will then so willing be.
In holy majesty’s array,
Dawn’s womb youth’s dew will see.

The Lord has sworn, his mind not checked,

‘You are a priest fore’er
In order of Melchizedek’,
The priestly office bear.

The day of wrath - kings will be crushed,

The Lord’s at your right hand.
In nations all he does what’s just,
The dead in heaps will stand.

The ruler of the earth he’ll slay.

He’ll drink, to water led,
Drink from a brook beside the way,
So he’ll lift up his head.

Psalm 113

Monkland

Hallelujah! Praise the Lord!
You his servants praise accord.
Glory to the Lord’s great name;
Now and always praise proclaim.

God’s great name is to be blessed,
From sun’s rising to the west.
O’er all nations God is high;
High his glory o’er the sky.

With the Lord our God who’ll vie?
Sat upon his throne on high,
He who stoops to look and know,
Sees the heavens and earth below.

He the poor man makes arise
From the ash heap where he lies,
That he may exalted stand
With the princes in the land.

He the childless woman takes
And a joyful mother makes;
For such blessings praise accord,
Hallelujah! Praise the Lord!

Psalm 117

Moscow

All nations, praise the Lord;
All peoples in accord,
His glory raise!
Great is his love to us,
And the Lord’s faithfulness
Stands firm now and always,
O praise the Lord.