Without You Lord

Without You I’m as a feather, no strength to withstand force.

Without You I am a weakling, straying from my course.

I listen to Your teachings and try to understand.

But the devil lies in wait, so sly and underhand.

Temptations he does send disguised in many ways.

 He attempts to win me over, and with my senses plays.

I need Your might and love, to help me to stand firm,

lest satan with his evil, through my defences tries to squirm.

Nothing that I do, can save me on my own.

In Your hand I place my trust, Lord I make this known.

A Sacrament You gave, to confirm my faith in Christ.

 Jesus blessed Lord, whom for me was sacrificed.  Cjs.

 

Generation Gaps

A cliché some do say, but indeed they do exist.

How the young do view the old, vice-versa suspicions persist.

Where does begin respect, and who should show it first,

 youth believe the old, but whose behaviour is the worst?

Recently when bowling, young lads could be seen,

riding on their bikes they came up to the Green.

“Hello you old gits,” the words one shouted loud.

Did he think that he’d been clever, of his rudeness was he proud?

But what he did not see, were the policemen on their beat.

They heard and saw it all, and were quick upon their feet.

An officer then saw the boy, was admonished for his deed.

Insisted on apology, for reparation to succeed.

How sad it was this youth, chose to speak this way,

Since no provocation came, from the bowlers on that day.

Meet anger with all calmness, impertinence with gentle word,

or violence of the tongue, is all that will be heard.

If tolerance and respect were shown by everyone,

matters would resolve, and no harm would ever come.

No provocative outgoings, being silent isn’t weak,

its doing what Jesus said, “Turning the other cheek!”

Who knows why these children, act the way they do.

Has none told them of Lord Jesus, of how He loves them too?

Are their lives just sad and lacking, in love and gentleness,

perhaps hurting from neglect, families not caring less?

A Christian example of acting, just like Christ has said,

of showing love not hatred, indicates the way ahead.  Cjs.

 

Terror Thursday 7^th July 2005

A busy day the crowded tube, commuters going to work.

No hint of what was coming, that on the way did lurk

One moment travelling onward, then explosions roared.

Flames smoke and burning flesh, the terrorists had scored.

Cruel killings major heartaches, souls taken to their Lord.

Families descended into grief, by actions the world deplored.

Men of hate had struck again, and terrible wounds inflicted.

Innocent lives just torn apart, as evil had predicted.

What the reason for these deeds; caring naught for people’s lives?

Do the terrorists really think, those suffering will submit?

That democracy will cease, and only their theories fit?

If death should claim the ‘ghazis’, ‘shahids’ (martyrs) they become.

This policy of the terrorists, is decried by muslims and everyone.

No kind or loving God would demand such evil acts.

Each man should treat their fellow, with respect, these are the facts.

Pray for the loss of life, pray for the injured and maimed.

Pray for the grief-struck loved ones, pray for the perpetrators shamed.

Pray for those rescuing the bodies, pray for those devastated minds.

Pray for the muslim community, that no one blame on them binds.

Pray for the world to forgive, pray that peace finds a way.

Pray for justice all ways, pray reconciliation today.  Cjs.

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Moving on

The time has come the nest to flee, the fledglings moving on.

So many options reasons why, but which is right or wrong.

Where to go and where to live, decisions to be made.

A flat, a house, seaside or town, or cheerful promenade.

A chosen place the settling in the dwelling place now home.

Children born, the years go by, ‘tis time for them to roam.

The house once full seems bigger, with rooms unused once more.

Only two do live here now, but the bedrooms number four.

A smaller place is needed that’s easier to maintain,

for bones are so much older now with the occasional twinge of pain.

At many stages during life, we question what to do.

Deliberations taking place, so Christ should be there too.

Pray for guidance with each choice the answer will be found.

Possessions cloud the issue since they surely us confound.

Should we take both this and that, or hoard them just in case.

We’re leaving the community, in another we’ll take our place.

But Jesus is where e’er we go, always from the start.

So help us Lord as we move on, to always play our part. Cjs.

Nature Untamed

Idyllic was the setting, with sunshine and blue seas.

Native populations, were fishing in the breeze,

holidaymakers bathing, or basking on the shore.

Laughing smiling and happy, worries they could ignore.

Suddenly without warning, tragedy took a hold.

A calm and gentle sea, became a monster cruel and bold.

A wall of water destroying, everything in its path,

 taking those it had captured, to the sea in a raging wrath.

 Volcanic activity erupting, shaking the earth to its core,

thousands of lives torn asunder, unknown is death’s final score.

In just a few short minutes, families torn apart,

death had claimed its treasure, leaving many a broken heart.

Business and livelihoods shattered, erased numerous homes,

on beaches the debris all scattered, while furious the ocean foams.

The massive scale of the carnage, begs the question just why?

But there is no explanation, as to why so many did die.

Lord we pray for the victims, for those suffering in any way.

The world must be of assistance, swiftly without a delay.

A donation to pay for some succour, for relief and immediate support,

to make bearable the situation, for those in this nightmare so caught.

None of us know of our future, or the perils that may lie ahead.

Our freedom to roam in this world, could lead to unspeakable dread.

But risk is contained in our choices, our safety is not guaranteed.

But pray and the Lord He will listen, He cares what His people do need.

However this world it will treat us, in spite of how short be our lives.

Jesus wants us all to be happy, whatever the devil contrives.

From conception we’re all on a journey, destination to live with our Lord.

For all those whose lives have been taken, may heaven be their precious reward.

Cecilia Jane Skudder (Cjs.)