Sun, Dec 31st - 7:41AM

The weather is so miserable outside I have been posting pictures of my Summer garden last year to cheer myself up!

A HAPPY NEW YEAR

The dawning of another year

Its months they stretch ahead

Into their weeks we cannot peer

Just for us one day instead

We stand here in its newborn hours

With our hopes and dreams and fears

Who can say what days are ours

And whether filled with joy or tears

But there is One who knows

The measure of our lifetime span

For time is fleeting and quickly goes

And all a sudden our race is ran

This year has dawned and by God’s grace

Its passing days we will see

Trusting Him whatever we face

He will walk each day with you and me

The Spring it speaks to us of birth

And Summer of our youthful days

When we are young and full of mirth

And the sun it shines with golden rays

The Autumn sees the shortened day

When our lives like they are fading fast

And who can bid Winter and death away

When we are caught in their icy blast

We welcome in this coming year

Its length for us we do not know

But if we have Jesus there is naught to fear

Each day His blessing He will bestow

Come to Him if you know Him not

Call on Him for He is near

Repent of sin and be blood bought

And this will be for you a Happy New Year

Colin Moffett

A HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU ALL!

Sat, Dec 30th - 11:10AM

THE TURNING TIDE

My Saviour died; He gave His all

When I was young I heard His call

His blood was spilled; I turned aside

And plunged beneath the crimson tide

And oh what wondrous uplifting joy

He answered prayer; when just a boy

His arms held open; welcoming wide

And His love flowed over me like the ocean tide

I sank below it oh so deep

When joy and happiness over me did sweep

When on the crest of a wave I did ride

And my heart was as light as the foam topped tide

But the winds came later and stirred the waves

And I seemed to loose grip on the One who saves

Drifting away from the Saviour’s side

Tossed on the billows of the angry tide

I called for help but none would hear

They turned to me the deafened ear

They walked away from the ocean wide

And cared not I was sinking beneath the rolling tide

I cried in my misery and despair

Thinking not that my Saviour was always there

And He reached His hand and did gently chide

Did you think I would let you drown in the churning tide?

I heard your cries but I had plans for you

I know for me your heart is true

I know your thoughts; nothing can you hide

And I will calm for you now the restless tide

And He rolled away the heartaches of the years

And He dried my eyes and wiped away the tears

And I know with assurance from deep inside

He has answered prayer and set me on a turning tide

Colin Moffett

Fri, Dec 29th - 12:08PM

A butterfly in my garden

THE PEACEFUL STREAM

I have walked in memory’s lane

Back to childhood days

To the green grass of the meadow

Where the water of a stream it plays

And sings as it passes over

The gravel bed of smoothened stone

And on its grassy bank

A young boy sits alone

He hears the curlew calling

And the cricket in the grass

Views the colours of delicate wings

As dancing butterflies pass

The heat of the summer sun

Would lull him off to dream

But he has under stones to explore

In the waters of the peaceful stream

Then he dips his feet in its flowing

And explores with his hands its bed

To find the stickleback that hide there

Are the thoughts that go through his head

Armed with string tied jam pot

The smile on his face is wide

When he lowers it in the water

And a little fish is coaxed inside

The sheer delight in his laughter

And the heart that is leaping with joy

The pride of his great achievement

Flows over the small fisher boy

And his face seems to glow brighter

Than the sun with its golden beam

As the boy wades out in triumph

From the waters of the peaceful stream

A thought occurs as I reminisce

On memories that are dear to me

Of the voice of Jesus calling

As He walked the shore of Galilee

Come follow me; and His words were obeyed

And still they echo to me as then

If I obeyed their bidding

He would make me a fisher of men

I should wade life’s flowing water

Leave none of its stones unturned

To catch the soul of a sinner

In the way a young boy once yearned

As he give his heart to the task

In the fulfilment of his dream

To go home with the prize of his fishing

From the waters of the peaceful stream

Colin Moffett

Thank you once again Lois for the title of this poem!

Thu, Dec 28th - 3:55PM

A view of the countryside a little distance from my home

MY JESUS

He is fairer than the lilies

Of the green and pleasant field

He is my Rock to lean on

My defence and my shield

He is the Rose of Sharon

And His perfume fills the air

He is my friend and Saviour

And I am in His care

He is the note of sweet music

That is pleasant to the ear

For He gives me a new song to sing

That the angels in Heaven hear

He is the One who refreshes

Like the sparkling morning dew

He is the lovely Jesus

The One who is always true

He is the Light that shines brighter

That the sun of breaking dawn

He is the wind that blows softly

And bids the clouds be gone

He reminds me of His promises

When a rainbow arcs the sky

And He bears me up on wings

Like the eagle that flies on high

Can an artist paint His beauty?

Or a poet phrase it with word

Can a singer really sing of His majesty?

And the wonder of the Lord

The breathtaking scenery of this world

Is only a reflection I see

Of the beauty of my Jesus

Who is everything to me

Colin Moffett

Wed, Dec 27th - 11:31AM

HIS JEWELS

It sparkles at the breaking day

The sun kissed dew of early morn

Like countless jewels on display

The grassy fields with beads adorn

When darkness cloaks the closing day

A myriad of stars shining bright

Like sparkling diamonds in array

Adorn the blackened sky of night

People seek the wealth of earth

In gold and silver and precious gem

But death comes calling after birth

What good will riches do for them?

When in life they did not grasp

The pearl of salvation bought at cost

And offered free; but in a gasp

Life is gone and souls are lost

The King of Heaven will arise

From throne of glory coming down

Seeking His jewels bought at a price

To set them in His golden crown

Each one is a precious gem

A redeemed soul by His spirit born

The royal brow will wear a glorious diadem

When once it wore a crown of thorn

They will sparkle because of that day

God’s Son paid for sin; when in scorn

Cruel men led Him Calvary way

His blood like dew sprinkled the grass in morn

When darkness cloaked three hours of day

A myriad of angels shining bright

Gazed from Heaven in silent array

At Jesus suffering under sky as night

We will shine brighter than stars of sky

Dewdrops of His blood washed sins away

The royal Prince is coming in a twinkling of eye

To gather His jewels some glorious day

Colin Moffett