Tue, Mar 20th - 7:18PM

THE MOUNTAIN AND THE VALLEY

I have been on the mountain high

Saw the sunshine of His smile

Walked with God along its lofty peak

And talked with Him all the while

Where the breeze was gentle on my face

And the sky was blue above

My heart it sang in praise to Him

Uplifted by His sweet love

I knew such peace and joy

As my feet trod the higher ground

For on the mountain peak I knew

God’s presence all around

I have been in the valley deep

Walked its grief strewn floor

But in the silence of its darkness

I have known His sweet presence more

Over rocks of trouble on the ground

The way ahead I could not see

But God was walking by my side

And His mighty hand was guiding me

I have known joy and sorrow

Sweet laughter and bitter tears

The mountain peak of hope and happiness

And the valley of doubts and fears

But the God of the mountain high

Is still God of the valley wide

And where He should choose to lead me

I can journey the path when He is by my side

Colin Moffett

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Mon, Mar 12th - 7:46PM

COMFORT

The comfort of contentment is in the touch of a hand

From a mother to her baby too young to understand

But knowing from the feeling of her soft gentle touch

There is one who cares and loves it so much 

The comfort for God’s child is in the touch of His hand

Loving and caring when our needs demand

When we are disheartened and our spirits are low

To the comforting arms of God quickly we go 

The comfort of compassion is in the grasp of a hand

When grief is overflowing and there is a friend to stand

When not a word is spoken but a comforting embrace

And a hand to wipe away the tears flowing down the face 

The comfort for God’s child is in the grasp of His hand

For the power of healing is at His command

Leaving all to Him in faith we must

For it is comforting to know He is the one we can trust 

There is comfort in a bed but it lulls us to sleep

We close our eyes to sin when instead we should weep

Comfort at a fire of fierce burning flame

But what of eternal burning when we reject Jesus name 

People look for comfort in so many things

Drink and drugs and whatever but only misery it brings

God is patiently waiting; He wants to give you rest

And the comfort that He brings is comfort that is best

Colin Moffett

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Wed, Mar 7th - 3:10PM

DAD

When the black horse came to give you your last ride

To take you home over the vast distance wide

The chariot God sent was built by His own hand

And it came for you Dad to take you to a better land

The horse hooves came trotting ever so near

Coming for you Dad the one I loved so dear

The wheels of the chariot stopped beside you I know

And you climbed aboard for it was time for you to go

The spokes of the wheels were spinning around

As you left this earth and were Heaven bound

As the horse pulled strongly; swiftly you went

And you arrived to your eternal Home in the chariot God sent

You will have met the great Carpenter; God’s beloved Son

He gave you the skills for the woodwork you have done

All your labours are finished for you worked hard and sore

And pain; suffering and agony you will never know anymore

Now in your beautiful mansion; Christ’s handiwork you will see

Greater than the house Dad you helped build for me

On earth I lived beside you; now you are gone forever more

But someday I will be coming to live in a mansion next door

For you have left but only a little time before me

Someday in the glory your face again I’ll see

And on the streets of Heaven the greeting will be glad

When I embrace you once again my dear beloved Dad

Colin

My Dad loved horses and was a carpenter and built carts for horses in his spare time. I wrote the above poem this morning to reflect this....the black horse symbolising death coming...... and have asked my minister to read it out at the funeral service Thursday 1:30 pm British time.

I want to thank you for all your prayers and kind words. These have meant so much to me. Thank you. Colin

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Tue, Mar 6th - 1:17PM

IN GLORY

Come with me my angel band

A child of mine drifts to sleep

I must go and take his hand

And cross him over the Jordan deep

Ceased and still once beating heart

Folded hands across the breast

Come my angels; we must depart

To bring him over the waters crest

Extinguished now life’s flickering flame

A soul it stands at Jordan’s flood

His 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 him to golden shore

Through the river’s onward flow

Where my redeemed can explore

All that Heaven has to show

His voice in sweet chorus raise

Golden crown adorns his brow

Thanking me in his hymn of praise

Lord for being in your Glory now

Colin Moffett.

My Daddy passed into glory today. He died peacefully in his sleep with most of the family gathered round his bedside. We will miss you Dad but now your are at Home and for you no more suffering and pain. We will meet again some blessed day in that Heavenly land.

Love you Dad.

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