I hear the beat - a distant sound

I hear the beat - a distant sound,
As my mind runs away.
I travel back, in memories drowned,
To past and long gone days.

I know my life will soon be gone,
My body in the grave,
And so I seek, while here on earth,
To live to God alone.

But low I fall, so quickly fall,
Sometimes I hardly stand.
Without his help, without his love,
I'd be in hell right now.

And so I look, I look to him,
May he my Saviour be,
And though I fall a thousand times,
May he bring me safe home.

Yes, one day I will see his face,
I'll gaze on him at last
And I will feel his loving arms
Around me hold me fast.

Though still I sin

Though still I sin and miss the mark

All my sin has been revoked

And I'm no longer in the dark

Though still I sin and cross the line

All my sin is covered o'er

The Saviour Jesus he is mine

Though still I sin and twist my way

All my sin has been forgiven

And I must serve him every day

Vote for me!

Vote for me, I'm the greatest yet!
Vote for me, I am your best bet!
Vote for me, you will not regret!
Vote for me, I will clear the debt!
Vote for me, think how much you'll get!
Vote for me, yes, join the jet set!

The Fantasist 5

He was with Wilma
But he wanted Wanda

I like red apples

I like red apples,
She likes green.
I love her so much
But we're not the same.

She'll steadily burn
The fire slow to fade.
I shoot splutt'ring sparks
Quickly they turn.

We're diff'rent I said
But I love her so.
She likes green apples,
And I like red.

My sons

When I think of my sons
I'm all of a quiver
To think such joy comes
Because I am with her.

When I think of my sons
I honour the Giver
Whose love for us runs
And never will wither.

When I think of my sons
I think of a river
That from God's throne comes
From shame to deliver.

The Fantasist 4

While kissing Karissa
He was dreaming of Dreena

Sin

I touch the dirt between the cracks
That beats the constant scrub.
Dust settles on the cleanest wax,
Despite the ragged rub.

Grease gets under my fingernails,
Filth fills my open pores;
The grime of all these wasted years,
Washed scarce by salty tears.

And when I think beneath the skin,
Pierce the hard heart within,
I know the muck's not paper thin;
I lose, I never win.

So what can clean? How will I wash
The grained in grime of sin?
My only hope, my saving plea
Is Jesus' blood of God.

This life in Christ before me stands

This Life in Christ before me stands
My times and purpose in his hands
But how I need the Spirit's rain,
Refresh my soul come break sin's chain.

To serve the Lord and him alone
Is all my joy (this heart's not stone)
Deepest longing and purest love
To live for this, for him above.

I love him deep but fear I'll fall,
And though I know that he is all
If he would grant me what I ask
I feel I'd better meet the task.

So unto him once more I trust
My life to live for him, I must.
And if in kindness he gives more
With joy I'll praise, I'll bless, adore.

Yet once more, Lord, I send this plea -
Let your Spirit shine from me!
Your gifts thus far mount to the sky
But without this, what good am I?

Lord bring an end to sinful strife
For while it stays, what is my life?
So Lord, in you, my hope's not vain
Come down and let your Spirit reign!

Catechism 9

Questions  68 - 71

CM

What's a cov'nant? An agreement
Made by two or by more.
By cov'nant of grace what is meant?
It's one made long before.

It's an eternal agreement
Within the Trinity
To save certain persons, elect,
Now and eternally.

To do what did Christ undertake
In the cov'nant of grace?
All the law to keep for men's sake
And suffer in their place.

Did Christ ever sin to his shame?
No, as man and as child,
Our Lord was holy, without blame,
He remained undefiled.

At 58

It's getting late
I'm fifty eight
So soon will come the day
Death's on the way
Don't hesitate
Work hard and always pray.

The Fantasist 3

His mind
Was on Mindy
Over Maendy
While in Somerton Place
In an embrace
With Grace.

The Fantasist 2

From the verandah he had a gander at Amanda,
As he sat in the flat with Cat.

See also here

In my Master's House

See Luke 13:22ff

I'm well fed and it's warm and light
In my Master's beautiful home.
But my Master is out of sight
And I'm looking where others roam,
In fields of sin, without a care,
I'm wishing I was with them there.

You are foolish to think this way,
Can't you see how the sun beats down
On those who sin, throughout the day?
Beneath their smiles they hide a frown,
Not a raindrop quenches their thirst.
While they still roam, then they are cursed.

If they would only turn this way,
Come to Christ, through the narrow door,
Flee the hot burden of the day,
Turn to him and worship in awe,
So very soon night time will fall,
There'll be no-one to heed their call.

I turned back to face the Master,
My head hanging down low in shame,
Thought of the coming disaster,
Worshipped his glorious name.
Forgive this abuse of your grace,
I'm a fool to turn from your face.

Advice for Year 6s about to become Year 7s

Don't be apprehensive
About the comprehensive