Stanzas For God’s Glory
A Sense of Wonder
A special sense of wonder and peace, Is offered by the Father, who claims the lease, On this His fallen world. Not our world but His world! For do you not comprehend or understand, That He who so majestically arose from the dead, Offers to ...
A Stanza for Salvation
In the approaching end times that are certainly coming Every fixed eye should always be looking. Every prepared word should be as a crusading witness To family, friends and strangers. We neither know the allotted time or place. This we are informed with prophetic grace. ...
April Is For Ann
The known name of this month arrives from the Greek word for opening. And for this seasoned delight, let us all joyfully sing As we greet it’s expected coming, With faith, hope, love, and thanksgiving. But cannot April be cruel to those at the end ...
Awaiting On The Mountain
How alone and confused, Confident but now strangely bewildered, Do they huddle close together ready to stand, On a spiritual plateau located there by HIS guiding hand. Now each disciple is forged forever by He, in that joyous fire in the melting Flame of a ...
Awesome August
Awesome August, Sweet August doth appear, So recorded once an inspired favourite sear. By stating its claim to fame, August does claim its name from Emperor Augustine. Awesome August, Claims this month’s unique glory, That is revered in an esteemed Gospel story: Told of the ...
Beslan: The Screams of September
There they lie the children twisted in a hospital morgue. These are the true orphans of Mother Russia. These are the victims of a deadly plague that arrogantly parades itself around the world. Rejoicing in the name of terrorism! Yet, on that September day, never was ...
Bethlehem, Oh Bethlehem!
Your favoured name through aching years, Has given, nothing it seems, but blood, sweat and tears, To this once chosen Royal city of David the King, Given By God to silence forever, Satan’s cruel whispering. Bethlehem oh Bethlehem: And did not once that royal command ...
Blaspheme NOT The Lord’s Name
JESUS: say it with hushed reverence and love, Pause, then listen to His sainted speech from above, For if you neither seek His advocate or approval, Then from His saving grace, will you not, perhaps stumble and fall? Today: crude cheats curse and blaspheme. And ...
Buried Secrets
Any probing exploration of a man’s mind, Will almost certainly expose a fertile find, Of past emotional deeds and broken barriers, That left a trail of devastation of all those lost years. So Beware: The first faltering steps towards scepticism, They always seem to somehow-terminate-with ...
Condemned Already?
To be or not to be deplored Prince Hamlet in far of Ellsinore, But each journeying soul in this life must enquire, Do I believe, or do I not believe? For if we do truly receive, Then we are promised a joyous lasting reprieve, From ...
Dear Friend
Hark; listen to the wind that is weeping. Sadly, now she parades her woe at the forthcoming passing, Of He who will expire today. But in the silent garden last night, A tableau of trepidation became visible at first hesitant light. Then cruel temple guards ...
Destination – Hell
Dear Friend, what is the Saving antidote for Hell? Well, I have to suggest, It has to be Jesus Christ, And within His assured arms, only then will You gain eternal rest. This hour, this minute entering Hell’s gothic burning halls, Each day are many ...
Destination And Next Stop: HELL!
Somewhere today a ship is docking in…HELL! And all paid up doubters and sinners have happily bought, A one-way ticket to…HELL, And all of this – upon themselves – have they happily brought! Now, the recent dead, Perhaps will indulge on the popular “A” deck, ...
Do You Have The Time?
(Author unknown) My name is Tammy. This is my life. I will get saved when I’ve got time. I was born 1st January 1964. As I grew up, the Lord kept his hands on me. He healed my polio. Now I walk like you. Thank ...
Don’t Walk Away From The Cross
PLEASE LISTEN! Never ever walk away from that stark wooden Cross, Cause if you do, it will forever be to your fading permanent loss! Just simply turn then seek some much needed spiritual gain, Whatever the personal price, whatever the expected pain! But sadly today ...
Fast Forward
Is not all past life, Just a scattering of greedy rewards and serial strife? That if we could possibly vote, We would search for the armchair remote, Then happily and without discretion quickly press rewind, Through life’s past pathetic emotions. And some yet to be ...
Finding The Way
Shall I ever find comfort, care and repose Under a humid cloak that offers, I suppose, Lasting eternity, or an endless sleep, That is washed away eternally in the burning fires of the deep? “Why seek ye the living among the dead?” Asked an angel ...
God’s Gift
One day during the cold wind of an April morning, I suddenly found myself searching and praying, To beseech God, to allow me to behold the magnitude of an atom of HIS World, And all that it would allow me to see and perhaps behold. ...
How Far Is Heaven?
How far is Heaven, asked the jester? How far is Heaven, asked the preacher? Heaven is as far as when you seek true repentance, For then it is just as near when you search and gain the answer in your enduring conscience. GPB 2004 ...
In The Stillness of The Night
Only now I sense the cold clasp of the probing fingers of the night. Earlier they had calmed me into a blissful delight, Now they drift before my eyes Leaving just a mist that shrouds my sight, Offering only fatigue before – perception offers me ...
Innocence (And Its Loss)
How precious the redeemed gift of innocence, That is blessed and freely bestowed, Upon a cherished child, Purchased forever by God but lost by Man just once! For does not the Almighty sanction, To all His children, His ransomed gift? Moulded in his love, polished ...
Just a Soldier of the LORD
I’m just a soldier in the army of the Lord, Prepared, primed, and sharpened by His shining sword. I’m just a soldier in the army of the Lord, Anointed and adjusted to announce at any time His saving word. No, I’m not a drill sergeant ...
Life’s Gifts
Are all of life’s gifts and delights that we joyfully seek, perhaps today, maybe tomorrow, say next week, merely perfidious preludes waiting to tranquillize us into a pretended reasoning? For don’t you know that within yourself, life’s a lie? The most friendly one. It’s all ...
Memories of May
In welcoming the merry month of May, There should never be any lasting delay. For May did, you not know, is derived from Maia, the “mother” of Mercury, Or is it I cynically ask just fancy Roman poetry? May seems to be the favoured month ...
My Little Book
Now I’m old and sadly alone, With never ever a friendly call on my Bakelite phone, I’ll often slowly turn and start to look, For my little worn black leather book. One wonderful spring day – long ago – I was married in 1941, And ...
New Year’s Day
Christmas days, Christmas yesterdays, Do they not always help us to happily recall, Muffled footsteps heard on Christmas Eve, coming down a darkened hall? That to a waiting child sounds rather like a nun’s swishing cloak. Now New Years Day presents itself with promised anticipation. ...
Prone To The Preachers
I’m not sadly hooked on those TV soaps. I’m not sadly addicted to musical pops. But sadly it seems I’m very prone to those popular radio preachers! Early morning begins with tea, Well at least for me. With the resolute voice of dear Adrian Rodgers, ...
Rage of the Age
The rage of all previous ages, Once loomed to become the disjointed music of that age. For many it became the chords of a dividing crescendo, That languished to become for us a saving adagio! From glorious Gethsemane to a churlish Calvary, Was heard a ...
Requiem For A Thief
How far away that lost day now appears. And how late that fatal hour, When brutal Roman soldiers dragged me to their cruel dungeon tower, Still struggling in chains of rope and rough fetter. I, Raffio the late, an inhabitant of Nazareth, Known to dear ...
Retribution
How bitter and profound, Does this harsh word to me, always sound. And maybe, just maybe, over many grieving years, It has offered to many women nothing but lasting pain and tears. To a woman still grieving for an act committed long ago, it is ...
Rhythm of The Rain
How precious the rains that will descend, And refresh the scorched earth of this fallen World. But look! What is that silhouette upon a jagged skyline? Is it a withered stump, or a wasted tree in eternal decline? I am not sure. But as I ...
Searching Through Books
I’ve long suspected those doomed works of Tolstoy, Should never, well hardly ever, be treated as a toy. And sadly I must regretfully decline, All offers to browse any fiction by Gertrude Stein. And why when I attend a reading on Blake, I’m just about ...
Sex In Sin City
Why is it I have to ask in all sincerity, Are all those favoured television soaps, Always pitched at cretins, losers and dopes, And if so then all I have for them is pity! ER, Scrubs and General Hospital, Will, not I’m afraid survive the ...
Shifting Sands
Do not the declining years of a person’s sweeping life, So quickly slip through the shifting sands of time, Leaving so many of us wilting rather like twisted twine. But shouldn’t each passing minute be pleasing and without strife? And do not life’s waves of ...
Some Real Estate
Did you know that I own a smart piece of real estate? Oh no, not like the Bush, Kennedy, or Windsor Country estates, Always it seems manicured and watered in the style of the rich. No, my majestic divide of real estate, Was bought long ...
Stranger On A Road
Once long ago and far away, I met a Stranger on a dusty road. He carried, it seems, neither satchel nor an archaic gleaming sword. And on that road, all journeying strangers upon its harsh soil Approached its secret shadows with caution and counsel. For ...
The Car Wash
Do the hidden secrets of ones lost youth, Ever cross that cloudy line that in simple truth, Was once was so easily proposed, But now is discreetly, discarded and easily disposed. Yet now the shrivelled stain of spent sin, Will forever lie dormant in that ...
The Death of a Pope
There he silently lays, adorned, mourned and deceased, This once praised man is now displayed for all to gape at and openly worshipped. Blood silken vestments now adorn his shrinking cadaver, This once religious icon. This once princely ruler! But weep not for Pope John ...
The Final Farewell
Dear friend, have you ever considered or thought About that eventual extreme final roll call That will summon, the insignificant and the important, The famous and the infamous to gather at that final farewell? Sadly not for them – those many squandered souls, The gift ...
The Haunted Church
The silent church now stands erect like a frozen sentry. But no throng will ever pass across its gaze. So bleak, so wary. Once in another era, this chapel had been purpose-built for prayer, To joyfully proclaim forever the perennial word of our Creator That ...
The Hospital Ward
Early Friday morning and all is serene and non-vocal Hospital patients sedated and suffering now await the arrival Of the doctor and his locums into this acute hospital ward. The doctor’s quirks of who stays and who remains swings From his stethoscope like a silver ...
The Living Dead
Who are they, the living dead? And why are they identified as, the walking dead? If life is for the living, Then what can the dead be giving? On any given day just stop and observe all who slouch by you, With blemished skin, mocking ...
The Mystery of Love
Why does the mystery of love have to be such a mystery? Love and its delights come in many sized* tetra-paks, Look at any new father with tears running down his cheeks, As he gazes with love at his baby in a ward full of ...
The Parable of Purgatory
A simple doubt, dear friend, concerning purgatory, Is it all poppycock or just a mystery? And we all love a mystery…don’t we? Well let’s see, shall we? But first isn’t the cruel lie of limbo, To many a weeping parent-just a simple NO! That brings ...
The Parting
The final parting of each person, Is sometimes sad, sometimes sorrowful, Occasionally tearful, often dreadful! The final parting of each person is not uncommon. It can level a grown male, Leaving him drifting like a torn canvas sail. The final parting of each person is ...
The Past Is Lost
You can’t change what is past, It’s gone, let it go, it could never last! Rather like a cut from an executioners sabre, All marble memories must die just like an earth bound burning sphere. Come on! Could you choose the desired reverie? However sweet ...
The Valley
This valley was different. It was bleaker, darker, Nothing lived or breathed here. No fish, no fowl, no flower, This terrain was harsh, unfamiliar. Of that he was sure! Hadn’t he backpacked many continents? But not this sphere! But it was the nauseating, sickening smell, ...
Then End of a World
You know, memories that lay deep in the regions of our mind, Can somehow, in seconds, quickly convey us to a once known land, That within the snap of a finger quickly remove all our appetites, And I suppose all familiar and spiritual delights. But ...
Topeka Nights
Oh, those spent Topeka nights, How I yearn for your sounds and sights. And to taste – once again – those hazy nights, That I sampled so long ago through Topeka nights. Now, on wet windy boulevards have I many times sauntered, And gazed into flooding ...
Unrequited Love
Have you ever sipped from the Chalice of unrequited love? If so, then how bitter and unfulfilling you Will certainly perceive it to be. Unrequited love declared The lyricist is a bore, In a jazzy musical score. But that to my reasoning is merely An ...
Victoria Sunday
Victoria Sunday briefly arrived in the world on a wet Friday, I’m told on the sixth day of the last week, in May. However, she like so many others were conceived in passionate lust, And throughout all of her short life, she had to collude ...
When Death Entered The Tunnel: (A Tribute To The Victims Of 7/7)
Now forbidding tunnels crumble beneath the ground, Of London’s finest, streets and avenues, Only now do they reverberate to the marching sound, Of heavy cutting metal as it searches, selects then slices. For at 8.50am on that radiant Thursday morning, Death entered that inky ...