God Waits.

God was watching from above,

When Christ began his walk of love

Angels hovering close at hand,

A pensive and unhappy band;

For what they are about to see

Was brought about for you and me.

God waits.

God awaits the return of his sacrificial Son.

It is finished, his work is done.

The seeds of life and love are sown,

For all mankind who deign to own,

That Jesus Christ for us has died,

Painfully, brutally crucified.

Of his suffering what part would I take?

The first blow to beat my heart awake.

Honoured with God’s body could I do less with mine?

For my sake because I need it, I will take blows eight and nine.

Should I take a hundred, who will keep the score?

For Jesus took them all for me! Can I do more?

God waits.

God waits, to receive those whom Christ will save,

A gift of love for God from him whose life he gave.

What pen can write such love, what tongue can tell?

What Jesus Christ has suffered to save us all from

The Love of Christ.

I search my heart to find words to convey,

The love that Jesus, has shown me today,

But words alone cannot convey to you;

The love of Christ, that is forever true.

With joy, his love will fill you to the brim.

The peace his love brings calms the fears within,

And that’s not all the love of Christ can do,

Through the darkest paths of life he will cherish you.

The love of Christ through death will bid you rise,

To heavens splendour, high above the skies,

And there before the Father’s royal throne,

The love of Christ will bring you safely home.

Little Children.

Little children, little children, Jesus is your friend,

If you trust him he will keep you safe unto the end.

Little children, little children, Jesus loves you so,

If you trust him he will keep you safe where ere you go.

Jesus is watching you, keeping you, safe from harm.

He is protecting you, trust in him, and trust in him.

Little children, little children, Jesus is the Lord.

If you trust him, listen to him, life is in his word.

Give to me.

Of thy goodness Lord, let me feed.

Of thy mercy Lord, fill my need.

Of thy truth Lord, let me share.

Of your love Lord, all that you can spare.

Little Child.

Little child I love thee,

Though I am far above thee,

I reach down to save thee,

Gave my life just for thee,

For you, yes you whoever you are.

Little child come to me,

I am always near thee,

Evermore to keep thee,

In the love God gave me,

For you, yes you wherever you are.

He Came.

He came but once this world to save,

And for us all his life he gave,

He found in us some worthy thing,

Rejoice and celebrate Christ is king.

SO.

So, you were naughty yesterday and the day before,

So you thought that Jesus would not love you anymore.

That made you so angry, with yourself and all around,

So you had a tantrum, flung yourself upon the ground.

Upset all the family, gave poor gran a fright,

Couldn’t get a wink of sleep, crying all the night.

Then you felt a presence take you by the hand,

You knew that it was Jesus, but would he understand?

So you told him you were sorry, he forgave you on the spot,

Peace and love flowed into you, and you knew he loved you quite a lot.

Am I Alone?

Like a babe in the womb,

I have no voice.

Like a corpse in the tomb,

I have no choice.

For I am alone but,

I can rejoice,

For Jesus died for me.

Jesus Listens.

Come to my heart Lord Jesus.

Come to my heart and stay

Take my hand and hold it,

Hear me when I pray.

I am but a child now,

But I can love you still.

When I grow to be a man,

I will do your perfect will.

Too Long.

How long was I sat in the dark of night?

The night of the spirit, wherein shines no light.

The sun lightens the short day of the mind.

Sin! Yes sin, makes the spirit blind.

No light, no hope, but to suffocate,

Die, eternal death without Christ as advocate.

Shsh, he quietly, softly passes by,

Listening intently to hear my mournful cry,

But sin enfolds me, binds me in this state,

Oh Lord, don’t pass me by; say I am not too late.

For I am helpless weighted by these chains.

All my friends are fled away, Christ alone remains.

So cold, so lonely, in the dark of sin,

Oh Jesus, Jesus will you enter in?

Forgive me for my trespass, let me be born anew?

Jesus whispered “my child I love you, what else would I do?

St John.

“Here” he said casually,

Something to read on the plane.

A little book, that would change my life,

I would not be the same again.

A little book called just “St John”

A little gospel you see,

So I read it on my journey,

And it changed my life for me.

I learned so much about Jesus,

His life, his death, his love,

Of how his Father sent him down

To us from heaven above.

How he cared for people,

What it meant to him;

To see the cripple walking,

Clear eyes to sight so dim.

He did not care for riches,

He found them in the smiles,

Of the lowly people

Who walked with him for miles?

And listened to his stories;

Knowing they were true.

So now my friend I am giving,

My little book to you.

Repentance and Acceptance.

I was walking in the city past a church decayed and dim,

When I heard somebody weeping, and praying from within.

I crept in through the broken door, to see what I could see,

I could not have been prepared, for what confronted me.

Upon the broken altar stood a tiny coffin white,

And kneeling there in front of it another tiny mite.

Her face was streaked with tears, her hands streaked with blood.

For she had dug a makeshift grave, with bare hands in the mud.

“O Lord “she cried, “forgive me, I have confessed my sin,

and placed it with my stillborn child, see it is within.

His tiny hand is holding up my prayers to you for him,

O Lord it is no fault of his that no – one wanted him.

And Lord I never thought that my sin would deny him breathe,

Or that he would be so beautiful, even in his death.

I’ve heard it said you had a Son, who came down here on earth,

And to a woman then unwed you gave his sacred birth.

He came to save poor girls like me, used, abused and torn.

Why have I never met him Lord? Why was I ever born?”

Great sobs of anguish from her soul echoed around the ruin.

How to help her, what to pray, what should I be doing?

My heart met hers, mid – air it seemed my arms reached out to meet her,

And in the name of Christ my God I held her hand to greet her.

We sat in silence on a bench broken and neglected.

I felt a quiet peace descend, at first quite undetected.