Sun, Feb 25th - 1:43PM

A BLOOD TEST

I sat in the surgery feeling so sick

A nurse was coming with a needle to give me a prick

Now roll up your sleeve and give me your arm

This won’t hurt and will do you no harm

She came at me like a devil with a smile of a saint

The sight of that needle made me quite faint

She searched for a vein to stick it right in

Launched it like a lance right it into my skin

I closed my eyes as I felt it jag

And my foot flew out and kicked her on the leg

I could have reached up and give her neck a throttle

But I bore it without screaming until my blood filled a bottle

Now; said the nurse; I’ll send it away for a test

Go home; for you look pale and have a wee rest

When I made it in through my door I went straight up to bed

And below the blankets these thoughts came into my head

They might find something wrong with the blood taken from me

But pure was the blood that was shed for me on a tree

Sin cleansing blood from the innocent One

The sacrificial Lamb and God’s only Son

Blood with no impurity; deep crimson red

Staining Calvary Hill from my Saviour who bled

Blood offered for me; the purest and best

No fault in it the Father could test

And accepted by Him as an offering for my sin

As its cleansing power washed me from within

Jesus gave all of His blood and did not complain

The loss of its flowing was for my gain

Blood from me may test with faults and impure

The results I get will tell me for sure

But one thing I know; and of it; so confident I am

That my sins are blotted out by the blood of the Lamb

Colin Moffett

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Fri, Feb 23rd - 6:10AM

I AM WITH YOU

What is the depth of your deepest despair?

That you think my love cannot reach to you there

When you pour out your heart telling me your fears

Know you not that I am listening for I am a God who hears

Listening to you calling from the agony of your heartbreaking

From the trembling of your soul in despair that is shaking

Knowing your hopelessness I bring you my love

For I am almighty God and listening from above

It is my arms which will reach and will hold

Close to my bosom and sheltered in their fold

My hand will gently dry the tears from your eyes

For you are my child and I hear your anguished cries

Great is my comfort and peaceful my rest

Lay your weary head gently on my breast

Down your wet cheeks slips another silent tear

But you are not alone for I am with you here

I will hold you child in the darkness of your night

When blackness encloses you and shuts out the light

In the shadows I am with you; you will hear my sweet voice

I will turn your tears to laughter and help you rejoice

I love you my child and I want you to know

I am in the deep valley of the journey that you go

And I will lead you to the sunshine of the mountain top high

Although the way I lead; you do not understand why

Someday you will know and understand

Why I led you this road with my nail scarred hand

But know my child you are in my love

And I am gently leading you to a home up above

No more crying on its golden shore

No heartaches and tears for you anymore

No more pain to try and to test

But only everlasting joy in your eternal rest

Colin Moffett

I read  the beautiful poem written by my good friend Jeannine. It really touched me and give me a lot to think about. After prayerful thought...I composed the above poem in response to it. I hope Jeannine and all who read it will get comfort and hope from it. God bless.

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Wed, Feb 21st - 7:26PM

FOREVER YOUNG

When we stand at Jordan’s side

Ready to cross the waters wide

And our destiny is Heaven’s forever land

When this earth will know us no more

And we are headed for the golden shore

Jesus will come and take us by the hand

He will come at still of breath

When our eyelids close in death

For He will not let us cross Jordan alone

We are covered with His blood

And need not fear the flood

For Jesus will come and carry off His own

When we close our eyes and die

Then our Redeemer draweth nigh

As deaths blanket lies upon us icy cold

But our souls are passing on

Silently; swiftly they are gone

To a land where we will never grow old

Where songs of praise are sung

By the redeemed forever young

And our voices blend in harmony to God on high

Where all tears are wiped away

We will live in eternal day

And in that Heavenly home we never more will die

An eternal home for the soul

While the endless ages roll

And a death toll bell in it shall never be rung

To that land some final day

All redeemed souls will fly away

And we will dwell within its mansions forever young

Colin Moffett

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Fri, Feb 16th - 3:27PM

I had this poem posted in here before. I wrote it for my friend Kevin from Pat Scotts site. He photographed the sea scene and combined my poem with it. I think it is beautiful and wanted to share it with you here.

Wed, Feb 14th - 5:48PM

LONELINESS

Never alone for Jesus is with me

Walks by my side each step of the way

Companions are gone; not a friend can I see

But Jesus holds my hand day after day

He is a friend who sticks closer than a brother

Step with my step He matches each one

Someone like Him I never knew any other

Who loves me like Jesus; God’s blessed Son

Loneliness in my life forever is banished

There is contentment and joy an everlasting peace

The friendships of this world so quickly have vanished

But I know with Jesus His love will not cease

I will not let my happiness depend on others

To rule my life no one is allowed

I shall always have Jesus when no one else bothers

For I have known loneliness in the midst of a crowd

Lonely are the ones who live on their own

Thinking in their lives there is no one to care

But if they have Jesus; then never truly alone

For He is with them His friendship to share

Life without Jesus is loneliness for the soul

A void that cannot be filled by any earthly friend

For it takes Jesus in the heart to make a life whole

An if He dwells there that kind of loneliness will end

Colin Moffett

Sat, Feb 10th - 2:17PM

IN ME AND IN HIM

He is in the fluffy clouds above

That shadow me like His love

He is in the sun shining bright

That tells me of His light

He is in the fresh drop falling rain

Like His spirit that refreshes again

And in the soft crystal snow

Is the purity of the One I know

He is in a sweet bird’s song

As my heart it sings along

I see His beauty in every flower

And in a clock’s fast ticking hour

I hear His voice saying time is passing on

But I will be with you until all it is gone

Tossed no more for I rule the angry sea

And your soul is safely secured in me

He is in the air that keeps me living

Like His grace that’s free and is forgiving

He is in the waters of fast flowing river

Like His love for me that flows forever

He is in my heart and I am in His hands

The longings of my soul He understands

And I in Him and Him In me

Together forever we will be

Colin Moffett

Tue, Feb 6th - 4:23PM

HE KNOWS

It is the arms of God that hold you

When deep is your despair

When dark is your valley

His presence is always there

When He sees you are hurting

He sends you His sweet love

Caring and tender is the Father

Watching from above

He knows all your heartaches

Your hopes and your fears

He hears all your prayers

And sees the river of your tears

When the storms of trouble blow

Wicked, untamed and wild

He draws you to His breast

And says, lean on me my child

Just trust in Him completely

Let Him carry out His will

Rest on His promises

Humbled quiet and still

His ways you may know not

Some are hard to understand

But walk where He may take you

As He leads you by His hand

Colin Moffett

Sat, Feb 3rd - 3:13PM

I went out taking photos as it was such a beautiful day

IN HIS GRIP

Sinking in the pit of the deepest despair

No one to love me and no one to care

In the valley of my depression in the blackness like night

With no rays of sunshine to make my world bright

Desolate and shipwrecked on life’s ocean shore

The waves of its ebbing I could not take any more

With one more angry billow into its depth I would slip

But the Master of the waves came and caught me in His grip

And His voice calmed the waters of the white crested foam

Whispering to me; I have come to navigate your way home

Fear not the storm or the angry restless sea

But hold my hand and put your trust in me

Blessed scarred hand I grasped it so glad

Tried to hold on to it with all the strength that I had

Yet feeble was I and my fingers would slip

But He lifted me up because I was held in His grip

Precious dear hand that was fixed to the tree

My sins had nailed it there; yet He still offered it to me

I caused His back to be torn by the lashing of whip

Yet He loved me so dearly to want to hold me in His grip

And oh so amazing; it’s wondrous I know

Held forever by His grip which will never let go

So mystifying; so puzzling; so hard to understand

That a sinner like me is gripped by God’s mighty hand

And when stilled breath releases me to go

There is reassurance in this one thing that I know

When into eternity my soul shall silently slip

He will carry me Home because I am held in His grip

Colin Moffett

Thu, Feb 1st - 5:15PM

A GOSPEL SONG

Listen to my words for I am a Gospel song

With the air of a tune to carry me along

Its notes go quickly or ever so slow

Rising high in soprano or deep bass that’s low

You might not like my melody but listen to me well

For someone composed me with a story to tell

The voice of a singer will bring me to your ears

I may fill you with joy or move you to tears

How gladly you should hear me for I tell of the Lord

The tune is a way to travel to bring you each word

And they will tell of Him who died on a tree

And the way of salvation when you listen to me

For you will hear of Jesus as you listen to my story

Of love and grace and forgiveness and the hope of eternal glory

You will hear of His Heaven and for His bride returning soon

If you but listen to my words and forget about my tune

You may not like the singer who gives my words voice

Of sad things I may tell you or to help you rejoice

But should it matter: if of Jesus they are singing

And my words are of truth in the message they are bringing

A gospel singer will use me to edify and teach

Much like a preacher in a sermon they will preach

For long hours they may try their message to converse

I may say as much in one single verse

A presenter may play me in a radio gospel programme

Along with others for of many I am

As you listen to me as my tune plays along

Please listen to my words for I am a Gospel song

Colin Moffett