Fat Slob

He's as large as he is lonely,
He's as mean as his gut.
He tries hard to appear happy
But his life's in a rut.

He so longs to be thinner,
How he longs to be slim.
But he knows he's not a winner,
No there's nothing in him

He's just like a great big balloon
That looks about to burst.
He'll probably fall ill quite soon,
Maybe something far worse.

He tried to go on a diet,
Tried his best to lose weight
But after less than a fortnight
He said "You can't fight fate".

He stuffs himself full every day
All he thinks of is EAT!
He will keep on going that way
'Til he can't see his feet .

And that is how he's gonna stay,
His taste buds quite deranged,
For I cannot see any way
He ever will be changed.

Seventies style Marriage Lines

She's putting her foot down
About him putting his foot down
On the accelerator.

She wonders if there's grounds
In the sink full of coffee grounds
For a quickie divorce.

She gets so blue
When he gets so blue
At the office do.

He's getting his hair off
About her getting her hair off
In the bathroom sink.

He does his nut
When she does her nut
And it takes all night.

I sometimes sense I'm starting to despair

I sometimes sense I'm starting to despair
I somehow feel that people just don't care.
My conscience cries out "nothing's really fair",
It even seems as if there's no one there.

Just what should I do when I feel this way?
Tell me what to do when I just can't pray.
What can be done when you're starting to stray?
Show me how to stand in this evil day.

The answer lies in duty - no shortcut,
It must be discipline and nothing but.
The answer's hard work - other doors are shut.
There's only one exit out of this rut.

But that's the problem, I just can't go on,
This is my struggle - all I do goes wrong.
The problem is this (I've said it all along)
How can I fight when there's no vict'ry song?

Yes, the answer is duty - that is true
But the solution is, Christ, found in you.
The great need is his grace shining on through
Justified by Faith, we love what is true.

So call to God in the midst of despair,
Call to the Saviour, seek his face in prayer.
God is good and he is willing to share
All of your heartache, you're suff'ring and care.

Two short Welsh pieces

Rebecca

Rebecca, O Rebecca,
You're a riot of a girl.

Welsh Ennui

Well, we are bored
En' we?

Statistics

If half the world has money
Then the other half is poor
If half the world is funny
The other half's a bore.

If half the world's so goody
Then the other half is bad
If half the world is happy
The other half is sad.

If half the world is crazy,
Then the other half is sane.
If half the world is lazy,
The other half will train

If half the world won't care,
The other half is keen.
If half the world's a nightmare,
The other half's a dream.

It's just a way of seeing

Statistics our of place

It's not a question of being

But how you state your case.

London (If I was out at sea)

I never wanted to come to London but God called me here. It took me a long time to get my head around the idea but I did finally. I write this poem about five or seven years in.

If I was out at sea, 

On an island in the sun
D'you think that I'd be happy
Just to let London run?
No, that's no life for me,
You can keep your sun and sand.
I am happy just to be
Doing what God has planned.

I'll praise the Lord

I'll praise the Lord my great Jehovah
Praise your name till life seems over
Then praise your great name in heav'n above
For all you've done in sharing love.

That love oh how much there is to tell,
Of how it saves lost souls from hell
Of how it shows the way back to him
Then sets us free form reigning sin.

For Jesus came to earth from heaven,
Died on the cross and rose again.
Now he is seated at God's right hand
And soon he'll rule in every land.

For God is love in heaven we know
And, through his son. on earth below
For Jesus' death shows us God's good care
Care that we all must try to share.

But his death is no mere example
No, his grace is much more ample.
Yes it blots from God's view every wrong
And gives us strength to stay life-strong.

Far, far from home

Far, far from home
In this land of despair.
Far, far from home,
How I long to be there.

Clouds send news of rain coming soon
Dark, cold, wet in the afternoon
How I long for the summer skies,
How I long for the sun to rise.

Rain pours down  - see the passers by.
We see that sky; its clouds they frown.
Oh how I long, log for the Son,
How I long for his loving arms

Far, far from home
In that land of despair
Far, far from heaven,
How he longed to be there.

Sky sent news of doom coming soon
Dark, cold, wet on that afternoon.
How he longed for the summer skies,
How he longed as the Son to rise

Far, far from home
In this land of despair
Far, far from home
How I long for Jesus to come.

Beautiful feet

Across distant mountains he runs,
We see him bound over the hills.
News of peace and pardon he brings,
Our hearts with salvation he thrills.

He speaks peace and he brings Good News
'Salvation!' he preaches to all
'Our God reigns!' we watchmen enthuse,
'Great Zion stands never to fall.'

Our Lord God will roll up his sleeve,
All nations will see salvation.
His children will no longer grieve,
Our God will return to Zion.

Keep running as fast as you can,
The seed of the word must be sown
In places where others once ran,
In places where Christ is unknown.

A Large Stone

There's a large stone,
I've not seen in a while.
I used to sit on it alone,
And with my sister too.
In our garden
Come winds that blow,
Come rain or snow.

A picture's shown
Of my mother sat there.
My oldest son gives her a hug,
He's standing behind her.
My mother's gone,
My son is grown,
Still stands the stone.

The Old Rising Sun

There was a pub in Newport town

They called the Rising Sun

They changed it to the Harlequin;

It's now a restaurant.

My mother was a Thomas

She sewed my old blue jeans,

My father came from Corpor Road

They lived up in Cwmbran.

I once met gransha in that pub,

Into that haunt he'd slunk.

He looked so very satisfied,

He was a little drunk.

Oh mother tell your children

Why the name of Harlequin

Is still found on the roundabout

And how it was The Rising Sun

I have one foot on the platform

The other on a train

And I'm goin' back to Newport town,

It looks like it might rain.

Yeah, there was a pub in Newport town

They called The Rising Sun,

I remember it from when a boy

And I'm not the only one.

Covenant

Made a cov'nant with my eyes
To look into the skies
When pretty girls go by
I've learned to love the sky.

To be Frank

I was a thousand miles from Wales,
So I could not attend,
As would a family member, friend,
The fun'rals for Frank and Frank.

Frank I'd known for all my life
And Frank about two score.
The one has gone to heaven above,
The other, I'm not sure.

They both were sinners, it is clear,
Though one had been to pris'n.
One only liked too much his beer,
The other had done worse.

It is the one who did what's worse,
The one who went to prison
Who I'm convinced is now in heav'n,
Although that seems perverse.

My mother's brother did not turn
And trust in Christ, it seems,
But brother Frank had come to learn
That faith in Christ redeems.

The donkeys of Grahamstown, South Africa

You hear them at night
Though they are not in sight.
The donkeys of Grahamstown,
Let's award them a crown.

You see them by day,
Are they hunting for hay?
The donkeys of Grahamstown,
Let's award them a crown.

You see them by day,
Two pulling a dray.
The donkeys of Grahamstown,
Let's award them a crown.

Rememb'ring hot sand
Childhood rides on the strand.
The donkeys of Grahamstown,
Let's award them a crown.

I think of my Lord,
The Saviour of the world.
Born there in Bethlehem town,
Strips of cloth for a gown.

I think of my Lord,
The Saviour of the world.
Who rode into the town,
Rows of thorns formed his crown.

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.