An old Soldiers March…..

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Anzac Day ~ 25th April

An old Soldiers March

Deep dark eyes look ahead, distant and faraway
Legs marching, not quite like yesterday
A slight limp and his gait a little slow
Nothing hides the honour that he quietly does show
A proud red poppy graces his dark woollen coat
The old soldier wipes his eyes and clears his thickened throat
The back of his weathered hand brushes past his brow
And he ponders about the life that is happening now
His boots hit the pavement as he marches along
‘A beautiful day,’ he thinks, ‘for this somber yet cheerful throng’
Across his chest where the poppy is pinned
Are his medals that cause his heart to twinge
And as he looks over and sees the crowd
His hand lifts and slowly waves around
Wearily his eyes catch the colours so bold
Flags of red, white and blue with the stars that told
A story from his many days before
In that battle, that men, call a war
‘I wonder,’ he thinks as he tries to keep up the pace
And wipes another tear from his weathered face
‘Do they know what it is to give, 
When all one wants to do, is live’
His legs keep marching, step by step
His thoughts go back to that heavy debt
Of the lives given for the freedom achieved
And his mind wanders to the war that was fought overseas
In trench and field
In horror camps that yield
The last breath of man
‘Is this the final year, ‘ he wonders, ‘that I march this land?’
He smells the air and hears the cries
He remembers the hands he held through their last sighs
He would rather block out the screams that filled the air
After bullets and bombs dealt their ugly disfigured share
He remembers with unspeakable sadness of those days
Never avoiding the ache, nor the pain, recalled in so many ways
They were his mates and comrades of years gone by
Yet it feels like yesterday and why?
His feet are like lead and he knows the end is near
But he looks forward to the next year
Where he hopes to return and march again
For it his here that he remembers the fallen and slain
Not just for the sadness but for the courage and strength
Numerous boys and men, went to such great length
To fight for the freedom won for today
He knows this day is needed in every way
A day to honour and day to recall
A day to be thankful to Him who rules over all
His feet stop marching and he looks to his right
And smiles at the face, so youthful and bright
A soft hand reaches over and guides him to his seat
‘Grandad,’ she whispers proudly ‘You didn’t miss a beat’


Grace

For the immense grief affecting our Albany congregations at present…….. in particular the family Eikelboom and Louw and friends……..in their sorrow xo

“Let us then approach the throne of grace with confidence,
so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in
our time of need.” Hebrews 4:16

Grace

In need of comfort, in need of peace,

Sorrows pile up and double increase.

The sun has disappeared  and the sky ‘s a dark grey,

The rain falls increasingly, day after day.

Brightness has turned and darkness is fighting to remain,

The heart is shattered all over again.

A cry from the broken-hearted is quietly heard,

The aching bruised reed and the whimpering bird.

All loved deeply through this sorrow and pain,

By a Saviour who did not die on the cross in vain,

And a God whose Grace is sufficient and true,

 His Spirit showers love on everyone of you.

When feet won’t move and words are too hard to say,

God will make, a perfect way,

When hearts ache and you don’t know what to do,

God is there, He comes to you.

He comes with the light from the saving cross,

He too, is saddened, by this devastating loss.

Unable to see or feel God is there,

Know with assurance you are in His perfect loving care.

His comfort is endless and His peace will always remain,

Causing the sunshine to reflect through the falling rain,

Promising to hold you each day anew,

Moment by moment guiding you through.

Trust in the power of heavens complete love,

His saving Grace is yours from above.

A Grace that takes care of all the many doubts

No matter how loud contrary shouts,

With certainty  and confidence you can be sure

It is only in His Grace that makes us pure……


God is our Father…..

For the Ryder and VanderMooren Families….with love xo

Isaiah 41:10

“Fear not, for I am with you; Be not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you. Yes, I will help you, I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.”

God is our Father…

The heart is heavy and each breath leaves a sigh

Silent sobs, “Why oh why”

How does this happen, it all seems so unreal

It is hard to know how or what to feel

Yet the tears fall freely each day again 

And the nights are long, enduring the pain

God hears your cries 

And your deep sorrowful sighs

He listens carefully to your words unspoken 

From your heart that is broken

He lovingly bottles the innumerable tears

He knows your most deepest unimaginable fears

He sees you fall to your knees in grief

Seeking that precious loving relief

An answer is there, amongst all this pain

It is in His Almighty, Gracious and Holy Name

He is your Heavenly Father, the Giver of  life

He is there caring for you, in all this sorrow and strife

He promises to sustain you in this world He made

He does what He says, again and again

Each day anew, He comforts and gives you refuge,  from above

And cares for you with His tender, perfect love

He encircles you in His arms of peace

His eyes are upon you, long after your sorrows cease

He delivers His love with a measure so perfect and true

And knows your needs, before you do

His ears are open to each brokenhearted call

He knows His own, every one of them all

His care goes beyond what He perfectly does show

For He delights in loving you, beyond what you know

He holds you tightly in a grip that will prevail

Rest securely in His love, it cannot fail

Hold on to His righteous Hand that made you His own

And trust Him as He reigns on His Heavenly, Holy Throne

He will bind your wounds and heal your heart

He will keep you safe while you and your loved ones are apart

‘Til His Son, returns, on His great Day

Maranatha… come Lord Jesus, come, we pray……

~*~*~*~*~


A Winter’s Sunrise…..

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A Winters Sunrise…..

Darkness of night slowly fading,

Heady warmth of sleep persuading

Fighting with the chilly bedroom air

Crisp cold morning; earnest prayer

Quickly finding the prized spot of the morn

The warmth of the heater is born

Warming fingers, hands and toes

The shivering slows

Watching the early sunlight dance across the skies

Hearing the sweet dawn call of the birds new cries

Stirring of children in the warmth of their bed

Coffee permeates, as the toaster with bread

Soft wake up words and pitter patter of feet

Flannelette hugs, the perfect winter morning greet

Tousled blonde hair and sleep filled eyes

The beautiful moments of a winters sunrise

Bitterly cold, yet warmer than can be

Thankful for everything God has given me


You are His……

For Jayden and his family….

You are His……

~~~

Precious child of His alone

Your life intricately and lovingly known

Woven like thread with thread

Nourished daily and spiritually fed

As the skies meet the ocean blue

God’s Son, shines perfect love on you

Every moment of every day

You are His in every way

He made you special, He made you strong

He taught you where you lovingly belong

In His presence, in His hands

It is His ways and His plans

Not ours oh Lord, not our will at all

But Yours alone, is the gentle trusted call

You are held

Through many sighs expelled

You are kept

Through innumerable tears wept

Every drop preserved in bottles by Him

They are precious,  filled to the brim

Overflowing with perfect loving care

By a Saviour who is always there

You are His, His alone

Worth more than any precious stone

His love for you is immeasurably true

For His image reflects beautifully in you

You are His in every way

Every moment of every day

Fears may overtake

In  heavy hearts that ache

And yet through it all again and again

Uncertainty like the falling rain

Abundant imploring calls ascending above

 Surrounding you with a wall of tender love

In those times when it all becomes too hard

And the way is rough and scarred

Your heart will cry out in grief

Yet God is always there, giving perfect loving relief

Before you know what you need

Without any words that plead

Holding and loving you through

Each day anew

As sure as the glorious sun sets

God does not forget

He will keep you under His wings

Sheltering you from the prevailing winds

That hiding place

In His hands, His grace

You are His, His alone

Perfectly and lovingly known

Every moment of every day

You are His, precious in every way……..

~~~~~~


A Little Boys World…..

Happy Fathers Day to all  Dads….

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A Little Boys World…..

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His little hand reaches up high

His curly little head turns up to the sky

Seeking out that reassuring smile

“Come on little man, lets walk for a while”

His Daddy reaches down to meet

A small little hand so sweet

Side by side

Two steps inside one stride

Wandering off, to where only little boys know

That special place only Daddy’s can show…..


Safely Home…

~*~Safely Home~*~

Footsteps echo in the stillness of the morning air

Coats, jackets quietly swishing here and there

Silence, apart from a gentle whisper

All in company for the last earthly journey of a godly sister

A beloved wife and mother

A dear friend to another

Grey clouds cover the sun

A burial of a loved one

The breeze through the trees faintly blows

Gods Spirit and love softly flows

Amongst His saints all around

The Heavenly hosts abound

Can you hear them, can you tell?

And yet we do know them very well

The angels singing in the heavenly realm

Emotions overwhelm

The joyous homecoming of one of Gods own

She is now with Him safely home…….


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