The Silent Scream



The Silent Scream

Can you hear?
A voice not heard
Is crying
Out for help
They are dying

These little ones
Whose lives
They did not keep
Who will speak?

There is an echo here
Every year

Of eights of thousands
Crying still

The end of time
In recompense
By their Maker
The Author
Of life

Screams of silence
We will stand
And speak
For every
To keep

Stop the killing
Of the living

The silent
They scream
They are heard
Louder then ever

We will continue
To stand
For their life
From God’s Hand

As Tomorrow Begins


As Tomorrow Begins

Today is over and tomorrow begins
Our hearts are full and our hands with things
We slip into bed at the end of this day
Relishing in the beauty of Gods love, His way
The sweet little kisses and adult hugs
The teen that shyly smiles, with an unsure shrug
The home made cards and words, that carry more
Of the love for a mother, her children adore
It is in this moment of late, night time peace
In the quiet, where the busyness of the day, cease
A recollection of all that has been given in pure grace
There is a another mother, in another loving place
Who’s arms are empty and her heart is yearning
For a loved one who has finished their life’s journey
Or has left and not returned
For brighter and better, in worldly terms
It is today again, she has kissed the lips of grief
And it is in her prayers, she seeks grace for relief
Yet her arms are empty and her ears longingly seek
To hear the voice of those sweet words, that speak
Of the love that was shared and easily shown
From the sweetest little one to the adult grown
Her eyes are not far from a desire to weep
As she closes them and hopes for sleep
Together, in prayer, this night and each one ahead
Tears of sadness and joy are readily shed
A mothers love; she gives unconditionally
Received from God, quietly and graciously
No matter the day, the month or the year
In sunny days or skies that are dark and unclear
She lives in faith, hope and trust
On her God who is loving, true and just
Today may be over and tomorrow about to begin
Our hearts may be overflowing and hands full of things
But it counts for nothing if we take all this without love
For the other mother, whose eyes are longingly, looking to God above
It is without a doubt, her lips, have kissed grief yet again
On this Mothers day of love, joy heartache and pain

Pray For This Day


Pray For This Day

If I pray for this day
What would I see, what would I say?
If I pray for this night
What would I dream, what would take flight?
If I pray for a moment to share,
Would I show that I love more and deeply care?
What words would my mouth speak?
What would I decide to let go and what would I keep?
Would my thoughts match my heart?
This heart, that God has set apart
Would all this be a blessing on others
In this life that is led, by the God of wonders?
It is as the wind faintly touches the trees
And the leaves rustling in the delicate breeze
With the flower facing upwards and embracing the sun
Just before they fall, their honouring is done
The moment so quick, fleeting
Each of these moments precious for the keeping
It is in the beauty of the present, just there
No regrets, earnestly praying for more with prayer
I pray for fuller earthly days, in love and life
In words spoken through sinful strife
I pray for the heavens to be our conscience, our open eyes
For it is God that looks down from there, on our earthly lives
I pray for a deeper love, for a deeper reason
Through the sinfulness of every season
I pray for our glorious life eternal ahead
Where we will sing with a perfection of love instead
A communion of forgiven saints
With no sinful earthly restraints
I pray now for a greater love, a deeper love
Where we do it all, through God above
Where we stop and take a moment to understand
It is not about ‘me’, but about each others life, at hand
I pray for more of Gods Spirit, even more then ever
As we live another day, on this side of heaven, together
And so, I pray for this day
That God will bless us all, in His every way
To live in honour, respect and love
Knowing we all, will be sharing eternity, in heaven above.


“If then you have been raised with Christ, seek the things that are above, where Christ is, seated at the right hand of God. Set your minds on things that are above, not on things that are on earth.” Colossians 3:1-2


Anzac Day 2017

Written 7 years ago for Anzac Day


A Soldiers Dawn…

Silence; dark, damp and cold,
Air thick, thoughts untold….
Men contemplating whats to come,
What would this new day bring,  for some?
Standing in silent thought…
Comradeship brought;
By unsaid words and common ground,
These men, their thoughts, in silence abound.
Their future unclear,
The heightened suspense and gripping fear.
All these men, the thoughts the same,
All here to fight,  for their country’s gain.
Men and boys;  so young…..
Sharing well-worn photo’s of their loved ones.
Others re-reading letters from home,
Some just standing all alone….
In silent prayer……
Seeking God’s care.
Yet amongst this silence their thoughts connect
And all their reason’s intersect.
In this early morning solitude
Is the beginning of their attitude.
Self sacrificing, courage and strength,
With no thought of recompense.
Knowing that the new day will bring
Them face to face with the depth of human suffering.
Accepting that their life is at stake,
By a war that others did make.
The stillness in the air
Is interrupted by a lonely blare.
The bugle is blown;
Their lives are not their own.
Thoughts shaken, they make their way
Ready to start this new day,
Knowing that it could be their last,
Like their fallen comrades of days gone past.
Real War….Real strife…
Real men….Real life…
Real pain…. Real death…
….Lest we forget….

He Called Her Home…


With love to friends and their family and all who are grieving. We grieve in hope, for we belong to our God who made the heavens and the earth. Our hope is in Him and who He perfectly is.

He Called Her Home…..


As tears fall down upon our cheeks

It is our hearts that solace desperately seeks

From our heavenly Father who knows it all

For it was her name He did quietly call

The mind tries to make sense of the day

Yet nothing comes and nothing stays

He called her home to be with Him

Is all that seems to silently sink in

Our God who made the heavens and earth

Is where we find our Makers worth

Precious are we to Him we know

For the Bible lovingly tells us so

“Yes…….He called her home,”

With weary eyes, the grieving groan

Our God who made the starry skies

And the ocean which goes beyond our eyes

The sand that sifts through our toes

Even more His love for us He unceasingly shows

Through our heavy hearts and unending tears

He is there, listening with open ears

Bending down and leaning in

Perfectly comforting

Oceans roar and mountains quake

Our hearts cry and we feel them break

Yet Gods arms will lift us up and carry us on

Mending the broken and binding with song

The melody mix of love and sorrow

Will linger on our lips for every tomorrow

As we wait on Him with sorrowful hearts

For He knows the depth of our falling apart

He surrounds us with love that covers all

And answers every praying heavenly call

Of tears upon tears and inaudible cries

Our grief is never more then the love He supplies

He is there in the numbness and pain

He was there when He called her name

Our God who spoke and the world began

Our lives are in His loving plan

Even the strength of the sorrow we have today

Our God is mightier and will show His ways

Guiding and lighting our darkened steps

Our relief comes only from Him next

Lovingly holding our hearts and our hands

He understands

We are not our own, we belong to Him always

For it is in who He is and what He says

His promises are true and His grace is real

As we ponder, grieve, cry and feel

Through this cherished childs life taken

We are not forsaken

This precious daughter of His, is loved and known

In His perfection, He called her Home


True Joy

Easter – 2017




John 16:19-24

It is in His words that He said

Before His blood was shed

It is in His words spoken

Before His body was broken

It is written in His book for us to see

In His words of true joy, to believe

The words of love, hope and promise

Spoken in holy gentle calmness

He shall be seen again

After the terror of His accused lustrous fame

Wearing the crown of thorns

And tortured in many forms

Yet He spoke of the jubilation to come

From His death, as Gods only Son

He spoke with the promised joy, on His lips

As He faced death and the hellish battle that grips

Sorrow and weeping will be great

But rejoicing will return in its perfect state

For in the morning we shall sing

And praise the name of our God and King

It was joy that went with Him

As He faced the future so grim

It was joy that He wanted us to see

Through the sorrow and grief that was to be

It was joy that carried Him

Into His suffering

The promise of joy forever

Bought, created and for us to offer

Despite the acts of rebellious worldly men

Joy was not extinguished by them

Joy is seen though the pain

Joy remained in His name

True and complete

Through His helper, the Paraclete

And our Saviour, whose words were spoken

In joy, to the world that was broken

Showing us this blessed hope forever

In His gospel, our only perfect earthly treasure

John 16:19-24

“Jesus knew that they wanted to ask him, so he said to them, “Is this what you are asking yourselves, what I meant by saying, ‘A little while and you will not see me, and again a little while and you will see me’?
Truly, truly, I say to you, you will weep and lament, but the world will rejoice. You will be sorrowful, but your sorrow will turn into joy.
When a woman is giving birth, she has sorrow because her hour has come, but when she has delivered the baby, she no longer remembers the anguish, for joy that a human being has been born into the world.
So also you have sorrow now, but I will see you again, and your hearts will rejoice, and no one will take your joy from you.
In that day you will ask nothing of me. Truly, truly, I say to you, whatever you ask of the Father in my name, he will give it to you.
Until now you have asked nothing in my name. Ask, and you will receive, that your joy may be full.”

The Sweetest Strains….


We had an Easter concert at our school this afternoon. The voices of our children praising God, are the sweetest strains we will ever hear this side of heaven.

The Sweetest Strains


In the church anthems singing

Voices in harmony ringing

Verses wrapping around

The listening hearts found

Tiptoeing of childrens melodic strains

The thumping of our God who reigns

Captured all in hymn and song

These little hearts, in His arms belong

Jubilant faces beaming

Enthusiasm streaming

The melody raising

Word and Spirit praising

God is King

The joyful children sing

Their voices resound

Joyous praises abound

Underneath the cross

Of our saving loss

He forgives

Because He lives

The smiling joy on faces abounds

Praising God in heart and sounds

It can only be

Even though we cannot see

The angels amongst us listening in

On Gods children singing to Him

Oh the praise and the joy

On the faces of these girls and boys

Exultant, divine and the sweetest strains

Reaching God where He heavenly reigns

In perfection

In pure reflection

For His Holy Spirit brings to Him

The voices of His children who delightfully sing