Fri, Nov 30th - 9:12AM

HEAVENS HEARTH

Angered lash of winters gale

Cutting deep with biting hale

Turning now to drifting snow

Blinding sight to where I’d go

To far of windows fading light

To escape this world turning white

To hide from cold that bites the nose

And freezes now complaining toes

Weary steps draw me closer still

Where heat is had to counter chill

Snow now drifts like billowing foam

As through its softness; I struggle home

A soul redeemed is lashed by gales

Exertions breath quick exhales

Eyes still fixed to faded light

That guides it through winter’s night

My heart is lifted as I near

The opening door to fires cheer

Escaping the bite of chilling blast

To rest beside home hearth at last

A gladdened soul enters Heavens door

Where chilling winds can bite no more

Trials of life that plagued on earth

Are now forgotten besides Heavens hearth

Colin Moffett

Wed, Nov 28th - 12:18PM

A HOME

Hear His words of welcome

Hear His words; well done

Hear the words of greeting

Coming from God’s dear Son 

Feel His hands now touching

Feel His arms embrace

Feel His tender touch

As you gaze upon His face

See the nail prints in His hands

See the thorn marks on His brow

See His blessed face at last

For you are in Heaven now

Home at last in Glory

Home at last to stay

Home for all eternity

That will never pass away

No more pain to suffer

No more tears to cry

No more of them falling

For God will wipe them dry

A mansion for you to live in

A dwelling within its towers

A home built by the Saviour

And forever now is yours

Colin Moffett.

Thanks to Beth Hillards for her greeting in her blog and putting these thoughts in my head!

Tue, Nov 27th - 10:24AM

DANCING FLAMES

Dancing flames of fire bright

Welcomes warmly my icy feet

Outside the world is turning white

In wintry showers of snow and sleet 

Listening to the north wind blow

Howling at the window pane

Watching drifting flakes of snow

Cover vacant fields beside the lane

I bathed in glow of joyful heat

Greedy flames devouring coals

In cosiness of armchair seat

Mused of eternal flames burning souls

Coal shaped figures did appear

In front of drooping sleepy eyes

And in fancy I could hear

Gnashing teeth and bitter cries

Escape the flames; my imagined cry

My eyes transfixed to fiery glow

Come to Jesus with sins scarlet dye

And be washed whiter than the snow

At fireside a lesson learned

Of drifting snow and licking flame

Then closed my eyes as fire burned

And sleep crept in and overcame

Colin Moffett

Thu, Nov 22nd - 6:26PM

Picture courtesy of Jeannine McMullen

GOLDEN

Weeping leaves like golden tears

Kissing gently frosted ground

Beneath gnarled tree; soft under feet

A golden carpet spreads around

Frost has loosened holding stem

Breeze has caught them in her breath

Sets them on the dewy grass

Like golden coinage of untold wealth

A tree once stood in leafless form

No crown of beauty could it wear

For on its trunk cruelly nailed

The Son of God was hanging there

Weeping blood like crimson tears

Flowing softly to the ground

Beneath gnarled tree at His feet

Peace for my soul was finally found

Golden leaves of a carpet deep

A golden path that I tread

Soon to walk a golden street

With a golden crown on my head

Colin Moffett

Mon, Nov 12th - 9:04AM

WE MUST REMEMBER

What remember we of soldier men

Who went to battlefield to fight and die?

Muddy trenches soaked blood and gore

In giving life; could not do more

Who never saw homeland again

And now in silent graves they lie

What remember we of airmen

Who soared like birds on metal wings?

Blue sky background to twists and turns

When wind fanned the flame that burns

Of spiralling plane; never to fly again

As in plummets end; death it brings

What remember we of seamen

Who fought on oceans of angry foam

The ever moving restless waves

Tell mournfully of watery graves

As they lap the shores again

Whispering of souls who never came home

What remember we of woman; man

Who sacrificed life to keep us free?

They stood between us and the foe

An awful debt to them we owe

When evil succeeded not in hellish plan

What means it all to you and me?

What remember we of the Crucified

Who went to die for you and me?

Blood poppy red on cross was spilled

The words uttered before breath was stilled

It is finished! He loudly cried

And victory was won on that tree

Call to remembrance of sacrifice made

Gather your thoughts this day of November

Of ones who died to keep you free

Of Jesus who died for you on a tree

Shame on us if their memories should fade

And we never bothered of them to remember

Colin Moffett