Sat, Jan 27th - 7:53AM

A photo of Snowdrops taken in my garden this morning.

SNOWDROPS

Beautiful snowdrops I see you appear

Whispering to me softly it is spring of the year

When warming rays of sun will kiss the cold earth

And the dormant sleepers of nature will be given new birth

When birds will find a song to sing in the air

And the awakening of nature is seen everywhere

And the bitter winds blowing so icy and cold

Warm up their breath when winter releases her hold

Sweet little snowdrops appearing so shy

With your heads bent over not looking to the sky

As if in prayer so humble you grow

Teaching me a lesson of truth that I should know

That those who bow their heads in reverence to God

Like you gentle snowdrops appearing from the sod

Should humble their selves like you growing there

And ask for His mercy in a repentant sinner’s prayer

Then from the cold ground that is a hardened heart

Life; hope and joy will make a new start

And the sunshine of His love will melt the cruel frost

Of sin that gripped with icy fingers the soul that was lost

Each little snowdrop that hides its gentle face

Teaches me so much of God’s saving grace

And I am so glad little flower; beside you I did stop

And learned this lesson from you; a humble snowdrop

Colin Moffett

I composed the above poem this morning after seeing the little Snowdrops in the garden. What joy and hope these  humble flowers bring to a gardeners heart!

Tue, Jan 23rd - 6:49AM

HANDS ACROSS THE WATER

With His mighty hands across the water

God divided the deep sea from the earth

And He took such time and patience

Forming this beautiful land of my birth

He made the forests and each rolling hillside

Gently spread the silent valleys in between

And with His hands across the wide glens

Painted them with forty shades of green

He set the majestic Giant’s Causeway

Along Antrim’s Atlantic sprayed coast

To array Ireland with such beauty

He dressed her with jewels the most

And when He was satisfied and had finished

I imagine God beamed with a smile

When He looked at the result of His creation

This beautiful green Emerald Isle

Her high mountains speak of God’s majesty

Her waterfalls tell of blessings cascading from above

All of her nature sings His praises

For Ireland has been kissed by the sunshine of His love

Then why should you ever wonder

That Irish people, kind hearted, are the best

We have great singers, for we have songs to sing

To tell of what riches we are blest

We sing of the beauty of our land

Of God’s love and His amazing grace

And our hearts are also lifted to Him

For settling us in this wonderful place

And I ask for you God’s blessing

Though you are afar off; it does not matter

God will take my love and His own to you

Carried by His marvellous hands across the water

Colin Moffett

Sat, Jan 20th - 9:46AM

PLEASE LISTEN

I have wept with many tears

Exhausted myself in prayer

Told you of my Saviour

And still you do not care

I see the fire ahead

The awful burning flame

I want to rescue you from it

But my words seem weak and lame

My soul is in agony

What more can I do

I see you in great danger

And I am weary in warning you

I see the flames leap higher

See you drift to them each day

I stand here before you

To try and bar your way

I point you to Jesus

Willing and able to save

Put your trust in Him

Before you reach the grave

I would burn my hand for you

To pull you from the fire

My heart is breaking to see you

Sinking deeper in the mire

Do you think I am happy?

To see you every day

Hurrying towards your destruction

On the broad and crowded way

My throat is hoarse in pleading

But still I try to call

Won’t you come to Jesus?

Before in the lake of flames you fall

Why will you perish?

Why won’t you take His Hand?

My words fall on deaf ears

I can’t make you understand

But then not my voice but His

Is the one that is calling you

He use me for His purpose

And I speak His words so true

For one more time please listen

Rushing on your way so fast

The next step could be journey’s end

And all hope for you will be past

Colin Moffett

Fri, Jan 19th - 11:16AM

COLIN

Colin came home from school

Beaming with pride and joy

Mammy we learnt to count today

Am I not a smart wee boy?

All the other boys only counted to five

But I counted right up to ten

Is that because I’m from Portglenone

He asked her again and again

Yes Colin; that is right, she said

As she combed his thick hair down

You counted so well today

Because you are from Portglenone town

Oh Mammy we did the alphabet

An I got on powerful well

All the other boys only got to D

But I said right up to L

Is that because I’m from Portglenone

With big eyes he did implore

Yes it’s because you’re from Portglenone Colin

His Mammy answered him once more

Oh Mammy we went swimming today

And when I took of my vest

All the other boys were smooth

But I had a hairy chest

They all said it was powerful

And would not leave me alone

Oh Mammy tell me now

Is it because I am from Portglenone

Oh no Colin no; said his Mammy

I cannot spin you another line

It’s not because you’re from Portglenone

It’s because you are twenty nine!

Colin Moffett

I decided to poke a little fun at myself today. I have been trying to finish of another poem at this moment. It is near completion but I just need a break.  I just cant seem to get the words I want to write to express what is in my heart. I know the above poem is not normally what I post here but I dont think there is any harm in a little fun especially when one is stressed out. I know Marsha likes a laugh!  That photo is the nearest I could get of me when I was twenty nine which is a long time ago. Twentynine seemed to be the right age to put into my poem for some reason! Take care everyone.

Tue, Jan 16th - 4:20PM

Heaven

Heaven’s gates are opening

Slowly swinging wide

A gentle voice is calling

It’s time to come inside

The journey home is ended

Weary was your way

I guided your every footstep

And give you strength each day

I counted your every breath

Each beating of your heart

When you simply trusted me

And for Home you made a start

The angels now are welcoming

The streets of gold in view

And in my Father’s house

A mansion waits for you

No more for you the heartaches

The doubts and the fears

I will gently reach my hand

And brush away your tears

There is no more darkness

Neither day nor night

Death will never touch you

And I will dress you in robes of white

Hear how I eagerly greet you

Welcome home my child

The lost lamb I searched for

And gathered from the mountain wild

I died for you in agony

On cross I took your place

I rose for you in triumph

And saved you by my grace

Gaze upon my princely head

Once crowned with thorn for you

See my nail scarred hands

As I reach to you my two

For I am welcoming you to Heaven

This place of perfect peace

Where joy and happiness is everlasting

In an Eternity that will never cease

ColinMoffett

Mon, Jan 15th - 10:31AM

Sat, Jan 13th - 8:41AM

A few of my paintings done in watercolour

Fri, Jan 12th - 10:40AM

Got tired waiting for the snow so I posted this painting of mine instead!

WHITER THAN SNOW

How quietly falls the snowflakes

Released from darkened cloud

And swiftly the moments it only takes

To clothe the earth in whitened shroud

Nature herself puts on a show

In quietened countryside

She scatters around the winter snow

And soon the earth she will hide

Beneath a carpet white and soft

All things are gently covered

Like the flakes there from aloft

Came also the One who suffered

He willingly went to Calvary hill

For sinners He did go

On wooden cross; His blood would spill

To wash scarlet sins whiter than snow

Come today before it is night

With all your sins and guilt

Change filthy rags to robes of white

Before grace and snow will melt

Your sins will be hid as covered earth

The snow it hides her scars

When you repent; there is new birth

And a home beyond the stars

Take a thought on winter’s day

As snow lies under feet

Why in sin you should delay

When in judgement you will meet

The Lamb of God face to face

And from His presence bids you go

In Heaven’s mansions there is no place

You were never washed whiter than snow

Colin Moffett

Wed, Jan 10th - 3:11PM

IN GLORY

Come with me my angel band

A child of mine drifts to sleep

I must go and take their hand

And cross them over the Jordan deep

Ceased and still once beating heart

Folded hands across the breast

Come my angels; we must depart

To bring them over the waters crest

Extinguished now life’s flickering flame

A soul it stands at Jordan’s flood

Their hope for glory in my blessed name

And cleansed from sin in my precious blood

We will make the crossing swift

Leaving Jordan’s brimming brink

A precious soul will not drift

Or in the rushing torrents sink

I will hold through waters wide

When life is gone and breath it fails

A child of mine in the flowing tide

With my hands that bore the nails

Oh you angels shining bright

Ever have you seen my face

Think when searching eyes will light

And my child at last on me will gaze

I will bear them to golden shore

Through the river’s onward flow

Where my redeemed can explore

All that Heaven has to show

Their voice in sweet chorus raise

Golden crown adorns the brow

Thanking me in their hymn of praise

Lord for being in your Glory now

Colin Moffett

Tue, Jan 9th - 7:45AM

IN PRAYER

I cannot take your hand when you are in pain

Or give you my shoulder when your tears flow like rain

When you are alone; I cannot be there

All I can do is uphold you in prayer

I cannot be there to help carry your load

Or walk by your side down life’s troubled road

But I can take you to my heart and carry you there

To the throne of grace in the words of a prayer

You are my friends across the ocean of waves

Our hearts all united in the One who saves

In the shadow of sorrows fallen; Jesus is there

And He comes to meet your need in answer to prayer

His will be the hand to hold in the valley of your night

When darkness creeps around; He will be your light

The lover of your soul; the friend who is always there

This Man of Sorrow who answers each prayer

To have you in my thoughts is all I can do

Across the vast distance I am thinking of you

In my Ireland home; know that I care

And I will ask for you God’s blessings when I kneel in prayer

Colin Moffett

I have made many good friends through the internet...in my own website and Pat Scotts site and especially here in these blogs. This poem was posted in Pats site and I share it also with you who are far away from me in America..Canada..Australia etc. I read the recent post of Mary Lou and it touched my heart and I just want you to know you are all in my prayers. God bless.

Sat, Jan 6th - 10:26AM

THE SEED

She cradled with love her son in her arms
And tried her best to explain why
As the snow gently fell on the window pane
Why in the spring of the year she would die

She raised her weary head from the soft pillow
With all the new strength she had found
And whispered to her son; a seed must die
When it is taken and planted in the ground

You see; my son; your Daddy is a gardener
And he will plant the seed in the spring
He has hope in his heart as he covers it with soil
To his garden the beauty it will bring

Though the seed is plain and will surely die
In the heart of its shell it has the power
To arise from the earth with body transformed
In the shape of a most beautiful flower

God wants me for His beautiful garden
Far above the drifting clouds of the sky
And that is why my darling son
In the spring of the year your mother will die

I will go to earth in the spring like the seed
But God has buried deep in my heart His love
And I will bloom with such beauty again
Fairer than any rose in His beautiful garden above

For Jesus died for me on the wood of the cross
On Calvary hill one day in the spring
But the Rose of Sharon sprang up from the ground
And the Lily of the Valley new life He did bring

My God wants me to come in the spring of the year
To lie in the soil of the ground I must need
Then in Heaven’s garden I will bloom like a flower
But first I must die like the seed

Colin Moffett

Fri, Jan 5th - 10:36AM

THE GARDEN

When sun it shines at early dawn
The sparkling dewdrops sprinkle lawn
And in my garden where the flowers grow
I remember my God planted one long ago

For He once walked at cool of day
And called to Adam and Eve along the way
But they had sinned and needed pardon
And God drove them from Eden’s garden

I stroll in my garden while the birds sing
I see snowdrops; daffodils welcome spring
All new life that I can see
Reminds there is new birth for me

I kneel to weed beneath sky of blue
And remember Jesus kneeled in a garden too
I wonder if His tears sprinkled the flowers
As he prayed alone in those darkest hours

I see the beauty of a rose
My Lord is lovelier than one of those
And the lily growing fair
Its beauty to Him cannot compare

I jag myself on the prickly thorn
My Lord crowned with those on crufixion morn
He whispers to me when I toil
My words of life will flourish in the good soil

His beauty is in each flower I see
There is no place where I would rather be
For I am nearer to Him who gives me pardon
When I worship Him there in my beautiful garden

Colin Moffett

Wed, Jan 3rd - 3:44PM

The height of Summer in my garden.

CONTENT

The air to breathe and eyes to see

The simple things in life that’s free

Of shining sun and rain that falls

And ears to hear when a voice it calls

The sweet bird song of another dawn

To smell the flowers which border the lawn

To go through each day with strength and health

To be rich in love and not this worlds wealth

To be content with this; for wanting more is greed

To be blessed in life is all I need

To love and be loved with someone true

And being happy in all the things I do

Being thankful for water and food I’m fed

When a feast for others is a crust of bread

Not to seek for riches, fortune or fame

What does it matter if the world knows not my name?

Some things in life are just not meant

What is my lot I will be content

To change what God has ordained I simply can’t

But to do His will is all I want

To know He watches over me with love

My mighty Creator from Heaven above

When burdens are heavy He lifts the load

And guides my steps on the narrow road

What a peace I know the world can’t understand

To be led each day by the Saviours hand

Wealth will crumble and health will fade

But for my eternal soul He is its aid

To know it’s anchored in the Rock that Heaven sent

Is all I need or want and I am content

Colin Moffett

Mon, Jan 1st - 2:00PM

CHANGES

Time does not stand still

It never will

Changes it brings to us every day

Life is going on

Each day more is gone

And the hours of our existence ebbs away

You may change your employment

Be distressed or content

Get married with a husband or wife

Warm days turn to colder

Every year we get older

And the seasons pass like a summary of our life

We are dust returning to the sod

And to an unchanging God

Each one will have to give Him an account

Life changes to death

It stills forever breath

And to buy back time you can give no amount

Time that changes everything

Will not give you time to change anything

When God decides you have come to its end

No more time to change

Or try to arrange

Where the eternal home of your soul it will spend

Have you been changed?

Your life rearranged

Have you let Jesus come into your heart?

You will never be the same

If He came

And give your life a new start

Colin Moffett