Poem My Dad
I would love to make a book out of this ... Jesus has introduced me and the world to God as a Heavenly Dad, and I see His life , love , joy , freedom and playfulness in this .... My dad Puts my feet on his feet My hands in his And walks big steps My dad Picks me up Under my arms and Puts me on his shoulders So I can see stuff My dad Rides his bike and Puts me on the handlebars He Holds the seat Of my bike So I can learn to ride My dad Got me a toolkit And a hard hat So I coul
Poem .. The day mum died
The Day Mum died (best read in a Scottish accent ) Away north of the border Stirling stuff Feels good to get away Up at six Setting off Up the mountain Follow the stream Stop at the bridge Welcome rest Got my bible Read me a psalm Open at 91 Speak it out Those who dwell in the shelter of the Most High They will rest in the shadow of your wings I will say of my God You are my rock You are my strength You are my refuge You are my fortress In You I trust Good stuff Close book S
Poems now on web-site
I will continue to put poems / words on my web-site , if you wish to continue reading You just click on the the web address here The site is not interactive Love john
Poem 11 I am so lovable
Another from Sue .. I love her drawing too ... great detail, and every child unique and different and special ...cheeky grin , shorts patch, belly button, to infinity and beyond, even one child coming in on a parachute .. love it ... thanks Sue ... I am so lovable I can't help it you see Before the earth's foundations Father planned who I'd be He made me adorable Creative and fun Even in my weakness His precious loved one If others can't see It doesn't make it less true For
Poem 10 My Father's Child
This beautiful poem from Sue Whittick .. I love to hear her saying them , and can hear her as I type This picture is also of her painting ... gifted , lovely friend Messages around me surge Momentarily I wobble But looking up hope embraces me I'm swept up in wonder at Your magnificence Tracing the contours of your face your gaze re-assures me Your eyes like mirrors show me who I am Like David , a shepherd , musician , warrior , king , I rest like a weaned child in your arms n
Poem 9 Trees
I love being in the trees or forests ... there are places where I feel closer to God and to hearing His voice, so I will often go to the woods Trees There’s something about trees and me An attraction , a drawing near From single spreading chestnut Or draping weeping willow To close grown forest pine Even cut down made into fire-awaiting log piles Something about the texture The size and grandeur of a stately oak Or the perfect shape of cultured bonsai Leaf blowing Trunk swayi
Poem 8 .. The scar
A real experience I remember so vividly from when I was 12 ... the scar still remains , but the pain has gone ... instead I remember the Comfort of my mum In Christian and other Inner healing , I recently heard the phrase that Father God wants to take us 'back to the ouch' and to invite God in with His comfort .... I liked that , and wrote this ..... Like the need to eat, drink, or breathe I believe we have an inbuilt need for comfort. God the Father is described as a Comfort
Poem 7 Sad now
A poem about comfort with another to follow tomorrow Father Son and Holy Spirit are all described as Comforter in the Bible A fun poem , and true story ... to all mums and dads and Grandmas and Grandads out there We are programmed by God to need comfort One night my wife was settling Our youngest grandson into bed He played the game of stalling Before he’d lay his head She’d read the story over To pleas of ‘One more time’ And saying prayers He realised This was the end of the
Poem 6 The mud pool
Carrying on from yesterday's theme of coming into freedom and the spacious place , away from dank , dark , dead religion... Sorry quite a lot of words here !! Many years ago on a trip to Turkey, my wife and I visited a mud pool.. This is a common thing for tourists and not unlike the Dead Sea , you are able to go into the mud pool and taking big handfuls of sludge to smear it all over your body and leave it to dry in the sun . Many consider this to have healing qualities , b
Poem 5 The Spacious place
I believe legalistic , rule-driven religion brings us into a place of 'control' , and restrictions ..... full of 'cannot' , 'should nots' and 'do nots' ... I love it that our Father wants to bring us into a Spacious Place of Freedom and Life , where we can flourish and grow , learn and walk out life in the Spirit, with Him Job 36:16 “He is wooing you from the jaws of distress to a spacious place free from restriction, to the comfort of your table laden with choice food......