She Finishes a year of nursing

God help her to finish well,
today and tomorrow.
Fight with us against the hell
of ignoring sorrow.

Joy in her, of your spirit,
that keeps this world alive
whisp'ring (at times I hear it)
so that we may all Thrive..
(not just only survive)

One of us, is brother Russ

God U R there
with ol' mate Russ,
we know U care,
we get con-fuzzed.

Give him Ur peace
-as Ur small child,
to know love please
though life's been wild.

Amen

PS - 90 THOUGHTS ABOUT LIFE. Part A

p.s. - 90

Lord, what's in your world around us
are pictures, portraits, hints
of things that would astound us
if we recognized their glints.

For instance I've been thinking
of "home" and "government"
& what it takes to make one
that "does the trick" for which it's meant.

Some people's lives are lived out
(as though they're on a stage)
to show they've got what it's about
"in The Ball Park", "on The Page".

Some folk's lives are quietly spent
just building, working well,
yet can still be to "pay the rent"
or "build the home" - from hell...

And then I thought of this phrase
"O Lord you've always been
our home (or just our dwelling place)"
though you've not been (by us) seen.

And now I see a further link
with what Yeshua said
'bout "where your treasure is", I think
-there your heart finds its bed.

And one trite little saying,
an old wives' tale I reckon;
what could they know 'bout brick-laying?
- though could know how to beckon, ...

to call the heart of their man
to build a nest of love true,
(not the glamored Hollywood sham)
a conduit letting love flow through.

And that little saying, 'kitsch',
comes flooding back just now to me:
"Home is where the heart is" which
sounds more like him, whose irony

spoke of those whose mouths with God-talk
were filled, they "named the Name";
but then he said (and didn't baulk):
their "hearts are far away".

That's far away - from God himself,
the One who could have been their home.
Instead, he left them on the shelf
- to FEEL, if they won't be shown.

Oh God, I want to live in you
as my home, and my "place"
to live and die, as one who
when born will see your face!

Grapplers4Christ!

God help this bunch.
Give them a hunch
Of where to go,
And how to show
off your life here
- fight for your cheer!
Your great cure,
IN Yeshua;
His cheer that day
(and so we say);
It is Finished!
We diminished,
Dead to the self,
'live in His Health!
With all our might
We will on fight!
Gr-apple-ing on
Where he has gone
And his light shone;
Our Sensai's won!

Putting Together Today

Hey, thanks. 

Those copies look clearer than the originals!

I'll put one together some time...

God help this man
To rest in you:
Take his old Sham-
Self to it's true..

True resting place
On its strong cross,
Not run from pain,
Nor fret 'bout loss.

Second Adam
Obeys your word
Gives (what he had)
'em, looks absurd.

Body wear it!
- all his demands.
Puts his Spirit
In Father's hands,

Each day list'ning
To truth's clear voice.
His life glist'ning
With each new choice.

Make us like him!
(I 'lready do!)
To hear your whim,
Harken to you!

What is truer?
-you sent Spirit,
Or Yeshua?
Now I hear "it"!

(God, You're "Do-er",
and a "Bluer"!
And a "Rester"
(In your nest-a)

A-a-amen!)

"Shell's... been very ill, but improving" - note from Man.

Had't  heard.
So, thanks Man.
Wow, absurd!
D'what we can!

God help Shell
to get well,
and thanks too
for what you do

in every flue,
cut 'n bruise,
you're there too
as the Muse.

There again,
wonder if
feeling pain
's in your brief?

Yes, you feel
pain! For I
felt it real,
in those mine.

And I see,
since this life
seems to be
like my wife

with children
inside-o',
time came when..
"Have to go!"

Where "go" meant
that they'd "come"
't share what went
on at home.

God, when I
stop to think
I wanta try
'n look, not blink..

and remind
You of Shell
who we find
in hospital.

God's Man has A Day Off...

God, help your boy
to - rest in you,
live in your joy,
and your love too,

(your forgiveness,
that comes to those
who with child-ness,
say "Thanks", Repose,

then Carry on,
just like a hose
takes water b'yond
it's normal flows;

and they forgive
(with God's great heart),
don't play the "seive",
for that's his part.

Hes the "Final
Judge" who divides
leather/ vinyl,
good from bad rides...

And so His child
will do it's part.
Though it be wild,
'tstill has His heart..

When it's been hurt
it let's God's love
flow out (not blurt),
t'Earth from above.

So help us God. 
Amen.

He's off away, till another day

Bless you as you go
with God.
May you come to know
(as plod-
-ing) behind that man
Jesus
his life that loves an'
frees us.

Amen, C U
that's when I do.

P. W.

Celebrating the day of birth of both ------------------------------- Josiah Bro. and Hannah Sis.

Josiah and Hannah
may need persuasion;
Not with a spanner,
Not with abrasion.

Now, as they grow up
They'll need to do much
Like get themselves up
In mornings, and such.

Their Mum & Dad may
(Or then may not) be
Able so to say
And able to see...

..What their children should
Be doing just now:
They'll hope for your good,
They'll hear, and say "Wow!"

To get the most out
Of Mum & Dad may
Be found without doubt,
With List'ning (I say);

Hearing their stories
And telling your own
Multiplies glories
And your LIFE is shown...

...To be what it is!-
(Quite false, or quite True)
With LOVE like to HIS -
Bethl'em STAR of you two!

God gives gads o' Goodies!

Well, thank you God

for your good help.

I’m such a clod,

and such a whelp,

that I of-ten

overlook good

that I’ve gotten..

(more than I should)

..from your good hand

to my sad self

not understand-

-ing that my health,

and mind, and soul, ...

have come (by stealth)

small to quite whole,

from You, our wealth!

- as fish in shoal,

“Silent” God-elf.