Friday, 17 September 2010


Autumn mists creep across the fields
To labouring hands giving up their yields
Of maize and corn, potatoes, wheat
And all other crops good to eat
The fruit that decked the leafy bough
Are gathered in the harvest now

Of bounty now of land and sea
We come O Lord to give thanks to thee
You promised a time for sowing seed
A time of harvest to supply our need
To nourish the body you let us know
We would reap what we did sow

Give we thanks Lord, to you our praise
For the bountiful harvest that you did raise
For we know Lord in faith we planted
But for this yield it was you who granted
So mighty God all that’s left to do
Is to give you the glory with a Harvest thank you

Colin Moffett

Saturday, 19 June 2010


The billows roll over my soul
It’s tossed about in the angry waves
But they cannot shock the solid Rock
Of the One who eternally saves

I am anchored tight in the storms of night
To the One who will not move
Battered in the storm of the billows that form
But His steadfastness to me He will prove

My ship it falters in the raging of the waters
It shudders with groaning to break apart
But I am anchored fast in the awful blast
And He brings such calmness to my heart

The lightings flash, the waves would dash
To sink in the depth faith’s feeble boat
But the anchor chain it will remain
And the hand of God keeps my soul afloat

Rage white foam but I am heading home
In the distance beckons the golden shore
Though the spiteful gale tears at my sail
He still guides my ship with His mighty oar

The billows roll over my soul
But soon the angry storms will calm
Though they did test, God’s harbour of rest
Is the place you will find I am

Colin Moffett

Friday, 18 June 2010


I am set free His blood covers me
My Saviour dwells within
Jesus made a start in the realms of my heart
To cleanse me of my sin

This now my story I am headed for the Glory
When in death my soul takes wing
Or in the rising to the air I will meet Him there
When all of the Saints He will bring

He is my all in all the One whom I can call
For His ear is open for my prayer
In Him I shall abide, He never leaves my side
And my soul rests in His care

He calms with a gentle touch, I love Him so much
With joy my lips shall sing
Praises to Him alone for He did atone
And salvation to me did bring

I shall tell it again, hear now then
Of the Christ who set me free
To Him I did bow, no condemnation now
For halleluiah His blood covers me

Colin Moffett

Thursday, 17 June 2010


Go where your heart is country boy
Back to the land where it brings you joy
Where streams run free
And you can see
Woodlands planted of every tree
Meadow flowers are growing
Where cows are lowing
And in the distance blue hills are showing
It is your home nothing will destroy
The love you have for it dear country boy

Go where your heart is country boy
To the Creator of it all who did employ
The skills of His hand
To fashion this land
And on its soil you can stand
Wherever you have been
In this land so green
You hold it in your heart what you have seen
Give thanks to Him who gives all joy
For this land and the one to come dear country boy

Colin Moffett

Tuesday, 15 June 2010


Like the falling of the golden autumn leaf
However long the span, life is but brief
Like mist evaporating in the morning sun
When darkness swallows light and day is done

A lifetime story from birth to old age
But sad the book of only one page
The beginning of life starts with a cry
A baby in its mother’s arms softly will lie

There is joy and happiness and laughter too
In celebration of one to the world so new
But sorrow is around the corner and total dismay
When such a precious gift is then taken away

A question unanswered in the scream of why
Did God give me this child and then let it die
Seems there is no reason in a situation so grim
But that only Jesus bid a child to come unto him

He is the giver and taker, sustains life or lets it fall
We know not the day when for us He will call
Someone of old age or a child that is young
Or a baby in a cot with life hardly begun

No easy answers but we trust God knows best
When a child so young is laid to its rest
A void in the heart that somehow shall fill
When we accept that God has carried out His will

Colin Moffett

Sunday, 13 June 2010


When the laughter stops in the heart
And is replaced with heartache sore
When the smile is taken from the lips
And tears from eyes they pour

The light of hope flies quick away
Despair comes in to take its place
Sadness sits upon the throne now
And of happiness there is no trace

I see the dreams of tomorrow
Snatched away with hope and joy
Fleeing from the heart of my son
As my arms cradle my darling boy

I feel the aching in my own heart
My tears they stream down like his
Trying with all I can in my power
To give him comfort in all of this

Oh I wonder as I hold him now
My son so close to my breast
If my Heavenly Father does the same
When trials they come to test

Do tears flow from His own eyes
Like this father for his child
Do His arms hold in the storm
When its winds are blowing wild

Is His Father’s heart aching too
As it does in the loved one He will hold
Does He encircle a shaking frame
With His arms and holds it in their fold

I have no doubt He surely does
Brushes away falling tear drops
His Father’s heart joins with His child
And is there when the laughter stops

Colin Moffett

Friday, 11 June 2010


A binding together, a cord of three strands
We thought were plaited by God’s own hands
But now unravelled, no more together three
For we are now unloosed, God, my dear friend and me

Like the rose of friendship planted by my lawn
The petals of our friendship now scattered and gone
Snatched away by winds that blew awesome and fierce
Now cruel thorns are left to torture and pierce

Why bind the cord but for a few years
To unloose it now to the falling of tears
A cord of faith and friendship united in the Son
An unanswered question why the unravelling was done

Was the enemy stronger than God to untie the knot?
Did my friend and I unloose it when for its binding we sought?
Or did God who held us together in His great mighty hands
Decide Himself in His wisdom to unloose a Cord of Three Strands

Colin Moffett


The rising rays of the morning sun
Drank the water of the sparkling dew
A bird song chorus broke the silence
Of birthing day crisp and new

As I walked the grass of meadow
Finding peace in the morning hours
I saw amongst foliage looking east
The smiling faces of the daisy flowers

As the sun rose higher in the sky
The dew drunk away in its burn
I looked again and noticed then
The daisy heads had began to turn

To keep the sun in their view
They strove to do their best
When next I strolled in growing dusk
They had followed it from east to west

Would it be so if we turned our faces
From our rising to God’s dear son
And kept our gaze upon Him always
Until the flight of day of was done

His is the light we should follow
Our eyes forever gazing high
It’s God son that should attract us
From spiritual birth until we die

Simple flowers in the meadow
Knowing life came from the sun
Turned their heads to watch it move
Across the sky until day was done

May we look to a greater light
In this race of life we run
To set our faces in His direction
And do our best to follow the Son

Colin Moffett

Thursday, 13 May 2010


Sitting weeding one fine day
In glorious sun of early May
I reached forward to clear more land
When a little frog jumped on my hand

I got a shock there’s no doubt
I did not scream but gave a shout
For you see I got a scare
To have that frog sitting there

Feeling cold and a little wet
It sends shivers up my spine yet
I had shouted but it never spoke
Not a whisper or a croak

On my hand taking a seat
With bulging eyes and webbed feet
I looked at it, it looked back
The hairs were rising on my neck

I was recovering from the shock
Felt my knees no longer knock
Wishing it would hop away a mile
But it only seemed to give a smile

And I fancied yes somehow
The frog was speaking to me now
To hop on your hand give me pardon
But thank you for this lovely garden

I spend so many happy hours
Catching flies among the flowers
But most of all of this I’m fond
The deep still water of the pond

No water pools in countryside
But in your pond I can hide
In its water I can spawn
For meadow dams now are gone

I know you find me repulsive here
Although from your garden I clear
The pests and flies and nasty bug
And most of all the slimy slug

No home for me in dried up bog
But your garden is heaven for a frog
Now that is all I have got to say
As from my hand he leaped away

I turned again to weed the sod
Thinking how our sin repulsed our God
Yet He loved us just the same
Sacrificed His Son to take our blame

He who is holy and so just
Could have shunned us in disgust
From His presence forever banned
But He reaches out with His hand

Bids us come hold it tight
For we are precious in His sight
Not like me to my shame
When to my hand a frog it came

What if God treated us this way?
I am repulsed by you, hear Him say
No habitat in His garden above
We are too revolting for Him to love

A frog I fancied begged my pardon
Thanked me for a beautiful garden
So on my knees I called Jesus name
To thank Him for granting me the same

Colin Moffett

Thursday, 8 April 2010


Stars they dance at God’s command
Light up their eyes to brighten night
The moon it joins them hand in hand
With reflective face to a greater light

Of burning sun of daylight hours
Yet her fiery face the clouds can hide
To sprinkle earth with gleeful showers
Filling streams rejoicing of mountainside

Mighty thunders clap, loud their voice
Plaintive winds they wail to harmonise
High mountains sing, the vales rejoice
From all creation praise does arise

Giving glory alone for their birth
From words just spoken and it was done
To mighty God who formed the earth
The Father, Spirit and the Son

Yet all nature who reflects His power
To lift up mountains and spread the seas
To clothe the fields with grass and flower
And plant the forest with her trees

Shall be one day as a scroll
Folded by His hand to be no more
When mighty waves of the ocean roll
Cease their breaking on the sandy shore

They of temporary station here
Of firmament, land and sea
For awhile will just appear
And then shall cease to be

Yet they can speak of glory
And know from whence it came
For from beginning is their story
When from His words they came

Look and see and know He is
In the message that they deliver
They exalt His name yet knowing this
They will not exist forever

Yet we who know and understand
Although from dust we came
Who put ourselves in the Creator’s hand
Shall forever praise His name

Colin Moffett


Take me to the throne
Lift me up in prayer
When you are kneeling
At your bedside there
Pray for me in earnest
Bended on your knee
When you talk to God
Please tell Him of me


Carry my name to Him
Don’t leave me all alone
When you kneel in prayer
Take me to the throne

There’s sickness in my life
Pain I cannot bear
Sorrow floods my soul
And no one seems to care
Whisper my name to Him
Let my fears be known
When you pray again
Take me to the throne


Carry my name to Him
Don’t leave me all alone
When you kneel in prayer
Take me to the throne

Tell Him of my heartaches
The torrent of my tears
The burdens that I carry
My doubts and my fears
Who can I turn to
Except my sister, brother
Did He not ask of us
To pray for one another


Carry my name to Him
Don’t leave me all alone
When you kneel in prayer
Take me to the throne

To help bear the burden
To lift a heavy load
Help one who stumbles
Along life’s weary road
When you visit God again
Please don’t go alone
Remember me my friend
Take me to the throne


Carry my name to Him
Don’t leave me all alone
When you kneel in prayer
Take me to the throne

Colin Moffett


Just three words said it all
From the cross came the call
Just before He bowed His head
These are the words my Saviour said

It is finished, yes it’s finished
There was nothing more my Saviour could do
It is finished, yes it’s finished
As Jesus died on a cross for me and you

All the work now was done
Finished there by the Son
He fulfilled His Father’s will
As He died for all on that hill

It is finished, yes it’s finished
There was nothing more my Saviour could do
It is finished, yes it’s finished
As Jesus died on a cross for me and you

All debt for sin was paid
All guilt on Him was laid
For redemption He gave all
As from dying lips came that call

It is finished, yes it’s finished
There was nothing more my Saviour could do
It is finished, yes it’s finished
As Jesus died on a cross for me and you

Just trust in Him alone
Works of yours can’t atone
For sins that destroy your soul
Only Jesus can make you whole

It is finished, yes it’s finished
There was nothing more my Saviour could do
It is finished, yes it’s finished
As Jesus died on a cross for me and you

Just those words from that tree
Finished work in those three
Atonement now, full complete
Hear again His loud voice repeat

It is finished, yes it’s finished
There was nothing more my Saviour could do
It is finished, yes it’s finished
As Jesus died on a cross for me and you

Colin Moffett


The tired old preacher stood in his pulpit
Bent and grey haired with age
He slowly opened his battered Bible
Leafing over it page by page

Then he looked over his congregation
Waiting to hear what he would say
As he closed his Bible shut
He said, my sermon will be different today

I have preached here fifty years or more
The gospel that I thought I knew
But now I don’t really know
If I have been preaching the truth to you

I have told you the Bible is trustworthy
I have told you to believe in its word
For this book was inspired by God
Almighty, sovereign and Lord

Now to my shame I must say it
I have been on the internet
Reading the opinions of men
Something I am beginning to regret

So I am trying to bring you this sermon
Although it’s even confusing to me
But learned men who profess to be Christian
Say this is the way it should be

Now excuse me if I stumble
And lose my way here and there
For they have so many theories
Added to so often I am aware

The old preacher raised his voice
Though feeble his words rang clear
Listen to me my dear flock
And the Gospel of men you will hear

In the beginning God created
Then maybe again He did not
Perhaps He allowed some evolution
To help make us this human lot

We must not believe the entire Bible
Pick and choose what you like best
For scientist have proved so much
That this Book does not stand the test

I have read that God was confused
And maybe did not know how to count
When He said six days of creation
How could He do it in that amount?

Now these are the words of those
Who say they believe in His name
But of course they know much more
Than God himself to His shame!

I used to know the Gospel so well
Sure I learned it at my Mother’s knee
But since I went and read some debates
I wonder just what she was teaching me!

She told me God loved all the world
Now it seems He loves just a few
And even the one’s He has chosen
Can lose their salvation its true

I preached to you from the Bible
That was given to me by my Mother
I believed in her Saviour too
But now they tell me I should not bother

For how can you believe His word
His sayings are so way out
They have so messed with my mind
That they have made this old preacher doubt

Then the preacher raised his voice again
Listen my friends unto me
If we had not God’s Holy Word
Then this is how all my sermons would be!

But I have in my hand this wondrous book
I have read its every page
I believe it is God’s will revealed
To debate with Him I won’t engage!

I will preach its glorious truths
This old time Gospel pure and true
And rest assured my little flock
I will never preach another Gospel to you!

Colin Moffett


I climbed the mountainside
Clambered over rock and stone
Felt the peace of solitude
On its peak silently alone

Then I saw it blooming there
Though its leaves were torn, tattered
The wildflower of the mountain
With strong winds cruelly battered

I could see it struggled hard to live
Of its plight I took some pity
Mountain wildflower why bloom here
Come to my garden in the city

There you will live in calmer clime
Your life will be more at ease
No strong wind will harm your there
Your face kissed then by gentle breeze

I seemed to hear its voice reply
On its face a raindrop tear
I cannot go to a city garden
For my home is on the mountain here

God has planted me where He would
Here my abode the mountain high
If you took me from its slopes
Then alas my heart would die

Here I am nearer Heaven’s sky
He has blessed with such a view to see
Of all the places I could have been
This was the home He had for me

Battered yes and bruised my leaves
Yet the sun shines on my face
Remove me not for not His will
That I should ever leave this place

I descended from the mountainside
Over me again its peak did tower
Pondering over the lesson I had learned
Taught to me by the sweet wildflower

Colin Moffett


I’m a narrowed minded Christian
Because I walk a narrow way
Jesus told me to walk in it
And never from it to stray

Some call at me to chide
We are Christians too they claim
But we can walk a broader road
Yet serve God still the same

We can be of this world
Just a little bit you know
Come leave that narrow way
It’s all right for you to go

Don’t be so narrow minded
You can worship as you please
Forget about truth and spirit
When you pray upon your knees

But God knows my very thoughts
He looks within my heart
I think it’s really best for me
Not this narrow way to part

For some they said who did His work
I read on Judgement day
The Lord replies, I never knew you
And sends them on their way

So you may call me narrow minded
But I’ll stick to His word
I will never have an open mind
To anything that betrays my Lord

I’m a narrow minded Christian
And that’s the way I’ll stay
For He told me strait is the road
And to walk the narrow way!

Colin Moffett

Tuesday, 2 February 2010


V erily I say on to you
A ll those with ears to hear
L ove I am pure and true
E mbrace me as I draw near
N othing have you done
T hat I can not forgive
I am God’s only Son
N eeding me for you to live
E ternally in my love

Colin Moffett


They held each others weathered hands
On their fingers faded golden bands
Time had marched on, now late in life
Sixty years had passed as man and wife

A long time from when they did say
We’ll take each other, that Valentine’s Day
Tears ran down the old man’s cheek
With trembling voice he began to speak

Rose I have loved you all these years
Through ups and downs, joys and tears
His voice it trembled, to speak was hard
Remember Rose that Valentine’s card

You sent the year before we wed
Revealing your heart in all it said
One year later you became my wife
Sixty years together, sharing life

My Rose, my Rose we have walked the way
Along life’s journey with God each day
The day we wed, we asked the Lord
To be with us and He kept His word

Such love, such peace, it was the first time
We knew so much joy on any Valentine
Now you are going to that golden shore
I love you Rose but God loves you more

I know my Rose you are going away
Leaving me darling this Valentine’s Day
He squeezed her hand, more tears were shed
Her life ebbing away in that hospital bed

The Lord gives and the Lord He will take
In letting you go my heart it will break
Then he realised she was gathered to the fold
Her hand in his was now stony cold

The old man sighed and kissed her head
Then in sad farewell he quietly said
God has taken you to heaven above
Goodbye darling Rose, my Valentine love

Colin Moffett

Friday, 8 January 2010


It seems only fleeting hours have gone
Since this New Year first saw its dawn
When an old one was quietly laid to rest
And hope for renewal stirred in our breast

Yet already sorrow known and floods of tears
Like many before down through the years
Some dared to hope but knew in heart
Nothing would change at this year’s start

Each day turning like a book leaf
Unfolding another page of pain and grief
Sickness still goes on, death comes too
The march of time brings nothing new

That was never known in years before
As the shutting of an old opens a New Years door
But we are His and in the palm of His hand
Our Lord and Saviour who has everything planned

Not by sight do we walk in days that are ahead
But by faith alone knowing we will be led
Whether rocky mountain path or in forest glade
He will guide us along our help and our aid

Broken resolutions no good, surrender to Him
The plans of our life are not left to our whim
Our comings and goings from beginning to end
Are His alone to know in whatever days He will send

Whether sorrow or joy, laughter or spilt tear
Know He will be with you each day of this year
How many He allows none of us will know
But He will lead us all on this journey we go



I have watched you at dawn
Spread dewdrops on the grass
Watched you raise the sun
Bid the dark of night to pass

I have watched you roll the mist
Wiped its tears from the air
Watched your artist hand
Painting colours everywhere

On the autumn leaves of trees
The rainbow in the sky
Or the delicate fluttering wings
Of a beautiful butterfly

I have watched you bring snow
Spread its cloak around
Over the mountain top
And on the frosted ground

I have watched you hang stars
Give the moon her light
As she rides the sky
All through the silent night

You move the clouds along
Stir the waves of the sea
Spread flowers around
Give fruit to the orchard tree

I have watched you work
In every kind of way
Your handiwork I see
Every single day

I know you are there Lord
That you exist is true
Nature tells me everyday
That I am watching you

Colin Moffett

Monday, 4 January 2010


The winter storm rages around
Drifting snow covers ground
Frozen lakes, chilling frost
The land in white now is lost
Children playing in the snow
Sliding, sleighing, faces aglow
Cheeks as red as summer roses
Building snowmen with carrot noses

Such fun to have in a world of white
But to others it brings no delight
Treachery lurks below snowy veil
An icy patch will up heel
One false move and down you go
Along your length in the winter’s snow
To drive a car a real nightmare
Spinning, skidding and getting nowhere

Beauty no doubt in winter scene
When snow covers the fields of green
After nature herself has cast
Her snowflakes around in icy blast
Yet there is danger in her chill
As she snow caps the distant hill
For too long in her cold breath
Will extinguish life and bring forth death

Sin like snow casts itself around
Pleasure in its cloak can be found
Many play in it, enjoy the fun
Not seeing dangers that they should shun
For sin hides her slippery way
Like fallen snow lying in the way
Feet sliding, souls insecure
Heading for destruction that’s for sure

Spend too long in sins cold grasp
Death will come in but a gasp
But it’s everlasting, eternal night
For a soul was never washed snow white
Like a winters storm sin is raging
To dam poor souls its voice is paging
Snow will melt; life will be done
Then how will it be when you meet God’s Son?

Colin Moffett