A COUNTRY GARDEN OF GOSPEL POEM FLOWERS

MORNING STAR

2011-02-10T17:36:00.000Z

A Morning Star died to let others burn
I have given off my light now its your turn
I have returned to the Heavens when first I came
Take your light of me and go shine in my Name

Darkness is around, it’s the depth of night
People stumble in the way for they have no light
Come my redeemed, ignite yourself of me
Then glow in the blackness that sinners they may see

The path that leads to glory, light its way along
Lest they stumble in blindness, footsteps going wrong
Shine brightly like lighthouses of this I implore
That none will be shipwrecked and not reach a safer shore

You are the lights of the world, you must surely burn
Shine your light on the path at every twist and turn
I have left you to do this, the beacons that you are
Lit first from me the bright and Morning Star

Colin Moffett

ONE LIVE IS GOING

2011-01-04T11:57:00.002Z

One life is going ebbing fast away
Only one given to live every day
Hours are passing by, time is going fast
One life is going, a life that will not last

Chorus

One life is given but taken every day
Time is ours for now but you cannot make it stay
The clock on the wall each ticking hour is showing
Its revolving hands tell that one life is going.

One life is going time to live it now
Days that melt away disappear somehow
Filled sometimes with joy or of much sorrow
One life is going, seek not out tomorrow

Chorus

One life is going, why not live for Him
When life is gone, its end will not be grim
Life is fulfilled given to the Master
One life is going, pace is growing faster

Chorus

One life is going, going, going gone
Day is ended and there is no new dawn
A soul is called to Heaven by the Son
One life is going, eternal life begun

Chorus

Colin Moffett

HE IS CASTING HIS LASSO

2011-01-04T11:53:00.002Z

He is casting His lasso way up in the sky
His rope of mercy circling in the air
Let its noose fall on you when it comes your way
For He wants to catch you in its circle there

Chorus

He is casting His lasso
Casting it for me and you
His branding iron will seal us for His own
The mark of blood is His brand
Let Him apply it with His hand
Showing all the world that you are His alone

He is casting His lasso, casts it far and wide
Only the Rancher knows where it will fall
It may come upon you, be ready to be roped
Keeping your ears open for His cattle call

Chorus

He is casting His lasso but some day no more
Will the mercy rope circle with His love
His brand marks His own who are ready to go
With the Rancher and to the great corral above

Chorus

Colin Moffett

DARE TO LOVE

2011-01-04T11:50:00.002Z

Dare to love to give your heart
Prepared to have it ripped apart
Some mother’s eyes fill with tears
Unconditional love through the years

For her children, but rejected now
To repay her care they know not how
Cheating partners, man or wife
Bringing heartache and such strife

Or love and heart set upon a pet
But once gone brings more regret
Someone to love, a life to share
Only now is misery and the empty chair

Dare to love, if we only could
Harden hearts like a piece of wood
Be uncaring and unfeeling
So broken hearts will need no healing

How would it be if it were so
Love and heartache we would not know
Dare we seek a heart of stone
Care for non but ourselves alone

Not the way God had it planned
When He formed us with His hand
Dared to liken us like Him above
To have His heart for it is love

Dared to love us when sin brought fall
Give His Son for us all
Jesus Saviour, loving heart
Died on cross with arms apart

Dared to suffer for us to save
Love triumphed over the grave
No sealing in with cold hard stone
Could stop Him rising to atone

We will know joy and heartache
The heart will love, perhaps will break
But He knows its every beat
Bring it to Him, kneel at His feet

O my friend harden not your heart
Give to Him every single part
He cares for it from up above
Trust in Him and dare to love

Colin Moffett

THE ROAD

2011-01-04T11:42:00.001Z

Many are the hazards on this road that I go
Unknown things are waiting around every bend
Up hills or straight or freewheeling at ease
Before this road of life it comes to an end

Times of merry journey like a sightseeing tour
To view pleasant things as onwards I go
This road is smooth and delightful to travel
How long to journey thus I just don’t know

A moment of time, so quick is the change
This road now perilous to be travelled with care
A hidden dip or a sudden curving bend
I see not the dangers that are lurking just there

Or the holes in this road to damage my carriage
Or the dry road of comfort that holds to my grip
Turns in an instance to one of great danger
And I to my death seem certain to slip

Joyous thoughts turn to screams of the mind
Panic and fear ride with me as I lose control
Nothing can I do in the events that are unfolding
I leave it in His hands the keeper of my soul

There is mercy for me in times like these
I have travelled so far but it’s not journey’s end
He lifts me from the ditch, wipes away my tears
Along this road to travel again He does send

For He has mapped out the distance that I will go
Gave to me His Holy Word for my highway code
Promised never to leave me in this journey of life
His hand holding mine as we travel down this road

Colin Moffett

A HARVEST THANK YOU

2010-09-17T10:54:00.000+01:00

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

THE BILLOWS ROLL OVER MY SOUL

2010-06-19T11:35:00.000+01:00

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

HIS BLOOD COVERS ME

2010-06-18T15:57:00.003+01:00

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

GO WHERE YOUR HEART IS COUNTRY BOY

2010-06-17T16:49:00.001+01:00

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

LIFE IS BUT BRIEF

2010-06-15T17:33:00.002+01:00

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

WHEN THE LAUGHTER STOPS

2010-06-13T17:13:00.000+01:00

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

WHO UNLOOSED THREE STRANDS?

2010-06-11T18:55:00.002+01:00

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

FOLLOW THE SON

2010-06-11T18:50:00.001+01:00

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

THE FROG

2010-05-13T10:22:00.005+01:00

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

TEMPORARY CREATION

2010-04-08T10:27:00.001+01:00

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

2010-04-08T10:24:00.003+01:00

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

Chorus….

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

Chorus….

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

Chorus….

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

Chorus….

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

2010-04-08T10:21:00.001+01:00

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

Chorus
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

Chorus
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

Chorus
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

Chorus
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

Chorus
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

ANOTHER GOSPEL

2010-04-08T10:11:00.000+01:00

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

SWEET WILDFLOWER

2010-04-08T10:10:00.001+01:00

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

A NARROW MINDED CHRISTIAN

2010-04-08T10:08:00.003+01:00

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

VALENTINE

2010-02-02T16:30:00.001Z

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

MY VALENTINE LOVE

2010-02-02T16:27:00.002Z

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

A NEW YEAR

2010-01-08T15:30:00.002Z

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

Colin

I HAVE WATCHED YOU LORD

2010-01-08T15:26:00.002Z

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

WINTER STORM

2010-01-04T21:31:00.002Z

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

KISSED BY THE BREATH OF GOD

2009-08-10T20:11:00.003+01:00

Cooling breath of a whispered wind
That kisses the beaded brow
Of sweated effort in strenuous task
That a man who labours now

Knows its cooling and is so glad
To have it touch his face
A reprieve from the heat that stifles him
And surrounds him in his place

Of solemn toil and honest work
That causes him to perspire
To lift again his spirits high
When his body would begin to tire

How then of saints who work and toil
To sow and reap the sin field sod
Who are refreshed to labour on
When kissed by the breath of God

Weary ones who work so hard
Who tire in the labour field
Know that refreshing whispered wind
When wearied bodies would yield

Then labour on in what you do
Sow or reap when wheat heads nod
Faint not for you will be refreshed
When kissed by the breath of God

Colin Moffett

WE KNOW NOT THE HOUR

2009-07-19T12:16:00.003+01:00

We know not the hour when fleeing breath
Bids us farewell and ushers in death
When we close our eyes and life says goodbye
It steals away and then we will die

We know not the hour but it is surely coming
Each breath we take a death note is humming
In the nostrils of all who breathe in air
Death’s scythe is reaping and none it will spare

For God said the soul that sins surely will die
In Him is the truth and no shadow of a lie
Ever formed itself on His holy lips
And time from a sinner surely it slips

Fast and fleeting; so quickly it goes
How much of it left nobody knows
Carrying us surely down to the grave
What of the soul if it is not safe?

What then of your riches and treasures of wealth
No medicine will restore your body to health
When death’s chill hand touches your brow
And coldly it says; I come for you now

We know not the hour of the trumpet blast
Sounding in triumph; Jesus comes at last
When He will gather His saints in rapture to the air
Tell me my friend will I see you there?

For I know with assurance He is coming some hour
The king in His glory; mighty in power
If living when He comes my raptured body will soar
To meet with the saints who have gone on before

The hands of the clock circling its face
Pointing to time going by you can never replace
Like swift flowing sand in the hour glass
See now quickly time and life it will pass

Grasp time then sinners its precious moments not waste
For now is the time; to Jesus make haste
Call for His mercy for in fear you will cower
If He comes and you are not ready this very hour

Colin Moffett

THE WINGS OF A PRAYER

2009-07-19T12:09:00.002+01:00

I will send to God on the wings of a prayer
The flight of faith will carry it there
To a loving Father willing to hear
Who listens to His child with an ever open ear

They will bring to my Father thanks for His giving
His blessings for the day and breath for my living
His strength for my weakness to make me more strong
And His arms when I am weary to carry me along

The wings of prayer will take to Him my pleading
For lifting of burdens and healing I am needing
And asking for guidance and seeking His will
While I wait for His answer humbled and still

The wings of prayer may get ruffled in their going
Tossed about in wild winds of a storm that is blowing
Strong in their flight,; they rise above the tempest blown
And rest at the feet of the King on His throne

Strong wings of prayer upwards they fly
Rising from earth to Heaven on high
The longings of my heart is the sound of their beating
Then folded and still when they come to Gods seating

Sweet joy I may have and lots of life’s sorrow
And times of happiness and sadness I exchange and I borrow
For help for my burdens or for thanks for His care
I will tell and ask of God on the wings of a prayer

Colin Moffett

THE SOUND OF JESUS

2009-07-19T12:04:00.001+01:00

It is whispered on the breeze
Through rustling leaves of mighty trees
And crackling breath of fire flame
Tell the sound of Jesus name

The sound of it in sweet bird song
Or in the voice of thunder calling strong
The mighty waves of the oceans roar
The sound of His name on sandy shore

For the redeemed it is everywhere
His blessed name sounds in the air
When all of nature with one voice
Sounds His name giving voice

Come you saints who would claim
Life eternal in Jesus name
Lift you voices; with joy abound
And let your praises for your Saviour sound

For what other name brought such delight
To darkened souls black as night
He freed from sin; He took our blame
And there is life and hope in Jesus name

How sweet it sounds upon the breath
Jesus name when facing death
When dying believer will take His hand
This name will carry them to Glory land

Of all the music one may play
Or honeyed words the world can say
To delight the ear; there is none
That sounds so sweet as Jesus; God’s own Son

Jesus; how sweet it sounds in my ear
The name I love and hold so dear
I know that I am Heaven bound
Let all my praise to Jesus sound

Colin Moffett

FROM THE FIELD OF SIN

2009-07-10T17:42:00.002+01:00

Laughing wind it plays in delightful glee
With drifting leafs from off the tree
They dance with her in circles round
Then rest themselves upon the ground

Coloured gems alight with red and gold
Yellow and brown that branches hold
Twiggy fingers gnarled that must let go
And drop their jewels to ground below

Once green their dress that did not stay
Yet in richer colours they must decay
Leafy carpet thick on forest floor
Will rustle awhile and then be no more

The autumn mist dewdrops shall weep
As through the valley she will creep
For she knows well that death’s around
Creeping silently by without a sound

Weep she does for a harvest coming
Gone now the days when bees were humming
Coloured wings of butterflies folded up at last
And all to come is the icy blast

Her dewdrops are like tears of God
Who returns all life to the sod
In spring He gave the seed to sow
Now in autumn fall a time to mow

A time to gather the harvest in
From fruitful field and field of sin
That which is gathered from the soil
Feeds only body and rewards our toil

But a golden sun turns to a silver moon
And a harvest of souls is coming soon
When a scythe will swing and death will call
And lives drift away like leafs in fall

Coloured gems they are but for awhile
Soon decaying away in forest pile
We who dress in sin’s coloured attire
Swept up like them and ready for the fire

Our righteousness is false beauty you see
Decaying away like the leaves from the tree
Autumn winds whisper and speak in the ear
Are you ready for the reaper as he draws near?

Spring saw your birth and summer, life run
Autumn now warns, soon all will be done
The lull before the biting and bitter icy blast
And winter’s cold shroud that soon now be cast

Beautiful days of autumn of golden leafs and red
Where mist of the morning creeps along the river bed
A harvest that is reaped and safely gathered in
Off the fruitful field and from the field of sin

Colin Moffett

SPECIAL ASSISTANCE

2009-06-17T18:28:00.004+01:00

Special assistance, S/A for short
Wrote on a ticket at the airport
Given to my son for his first flight
Special assistance to keep him just right

To aid him in airport and to fly in the air
At each stage going through someone would be there
No need to worry, help for my son
To see he was kept right, all would be done.

I have a ticket though not held in my hand
It is for my flight to a far of land
On it written Special assistance, S/A for short
To get me to Heaven from earth’s airport

I will be guided each step until ready for my flight
For Jesus wrote it there to keep me just right
He wrote it with His blood, it is my guarantee
That His special assistance will be given to me

He even bought the ticket for my flight to the sky
When He went to Calvary to suffer and die
He knows the way home for He arose to the air
So I can trust the S/A on my ticket written there

In airports we know many hours waiting around
Before our flights are called and we leave the ground
But however long my waiting on earth shall be
His promise on this ticket is special assistance to me

Colin Moffett

Photo courtesy of Jeannine McMullen....thank you Jeannine!

SWEET HAWTHORN TREE

2009-06-16T10:10:00.003+01:00

I sat against you sweet hawthorn tree
Your leafy canopy shading me
Whiling away the peaceful day
In warming heat of early May

Listening to the blackbird sing
Her song of praise in joy of spring
I saw your blossoms white as snow
Dance in breeze soft and slow

In summer days I passed you by
You stood serene beneath cloudless sky
Then in autumn mist your berries red
Were decked like rubies upon your head

When biting frost coated winter morn
Your branches bare with piercing thorn
I gaze at you sweet hawthorn tree
What truths of gospel you tell to me

Your blossoms white swaying soft and slow
Speak of the One purer than snow
Hanging from a branch as He bled
His blood running down like your berries red

What sharpness in your fiercesome thorn
Like ones that crowned Him on that morn
Then took Him out to crucify
On bark of tree beneath eastern sky

Your buds that open up in spring
Speak of new life this truth you bring
His life renewed and new life for me
These things you tell sweet hawthorn tree

Colin Moffett

A COUNTRY POET

2009-06-14T21:55:00.007+01:00

I breathe the air on the Tully hillside
As I view the vista wide
Of its abundant treasures I take note
For I am simply a country poet

To tell in rhyme the best I can
Of sunlight dancing on the River Bann
And in the distance far away
The gleaming waters of sweet Lough Neagh

In reflective thought I stand alone
To view the village of Portglenone
In the distance beneath sky of blue
The Sperrin Mountains are in view

As I turn in wonder all around
I see Slemish Mountain rise from the ground
Shades of green in every field
Or ploughed brown to bring forth yield

A panoramic view I see it all
My home in the distance looking small
To my Creator I will devote
The praise of my heart, His country poet

For I am of the country and the country in me
A town or a city is where I can’t be
It would break my heart not to walk hillside or glen
Or wade the stream of flowered meadow again

Thank you Lord for giving me this land
To view its beauty created by your hand
Another thing I surely must note
Is thank God for making me His country poet

Colin Moffett

A COUNTRY LANE

2009-06-13T18:21:00.001+01:00

In tranquil peace of country lane
Each hedgerow crowned with lofty trees
As the breeze it played and tossed their leaves
Two friends prayed beneath them on their knees

In union now when one had travelled
Across Ocean waters deep and wide
On Irish soft bladed grass of sun kissed green
They closed their eyes side by side

The primroses smiled at bluebells nodding
As butterflies danced that summer’s day
Sweet birdsong drifted in the pure fresh air
When God came near to hear them pray

No chapel wall stones closed them in
But hedgerow and trees growing high
No ornate ceiling covered their bowed heads
Just mighty dome of deep blue sky

Sweet was the time yet so tearful too
As their prayers from lips so heartfelt
Ascended to their Saviour up above
From flower clad bank where they knelt

Two friends they know since that wondrous day
Their prayers together were not in vain
For God surely blessed them since they prayed
And talked to Him in a quiet country lane

Colin Moffett

MY COUNTRY AND MY HOME

2009-06-13T17:57:00.001+01:00

Blue Hills of Antrim and green glens as well
The costal road by the mighty ocean swell
Meadows and forests and where rivers run free
The countryside of home is where I will be

Breathing the air so pure and so clean
Treading upon the grass so rich and so green
The beauty on offer is what I enjoy
It pulls at the heartstrings of this country boy

Oh Ireland my country, my dear lovely land
Created with such beauty by God’s mighty hand
As my life lingers on and I can breathe still awhile
I’ll thank Him each day for this Emerald Isle

I will walk this land as long as I may
The hillsides and valleys and by the coastal way
And ponder in my heart, how can it be
That a land more beautiful is waiting for me

When I close my eyes and bid a last farewell
To the hills, quiet forests and the mighty ocean swell
When Ireland her glens I never more will roam
I shall see greater beauty in my heavenly land of home

Colin Moffett

WHAT WAY WILL YOU SWING?

2009-06-12T14:19:00.006+01:00

There is an old swing, such a story to bring
When I see it hanging on its chains
From the trees lofty bough, I shall try to tell how
The story of the Cross it explains

How people will swing, it’s a strange thing
To see them change their opinions so readily
For Jesus they lauded and Him they applauded
But now cried for His death most steadily

Pilate swung with the crowd, when they cried out loud
Crucify Him and spill His blood on the ground
They thought it was good to swing Him up on the wood
Yet no guilt in Him was ever found

So they swung His arms out, fixed His hands time about
With nails and a hammer, swung away
His feet were nailed through, then between thieves, two
His cross was swung upright that day

So there on a tree, on Calvary you see
Not growing but Life was on its bark
For God’s Son that He gifted, was on it lifted
Suffering as early day grew dark

Evil was on the upswing, but I’ll tell you this thing
Good was the winner that day
Jesus is able to save for He conquered the grave
And the devil over the redeemed no longer has sway

What way will you swing, now that is the thing
What way will you swing below the Cross tree
For they swung Jesus high, just to watch Him die
And on it He died for you and me

Will you swing along with them, and Jesus condemn
What way will your answer be
Will you swing back to your sin, or forward to win
What Jesus bought for you when He was swung on that tree

Colin Moffett

Photo courtesy of Patricia Moore...thank you Patty!

THE GARDEN

2009-06-11T14:23:00.001+01:00

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 need 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

WONDERING EYES

2009-06-11T14:20:00.001+01:00

When wondering eyes viewed foreign shore
Of promised land never seen before
And treasured friend with smiling face
Welcomed another one with warm embrace

When ended flight over Atlantic foam
Brought weary traveller to an Irish home
When joy in heart could not hide
As wondering eyes viewed countryside

And knew such beauty had been unseen
Until they rested there on Ireland’s green
When lips they curved in easy smile
As peace was found in an Emerald Isle

Think of what wondering eyes may see
When life’s journey ends for you and me
As we step on the foreign shore
Of Promised Land never seen before

When Jesus greets with warm embrace
And wondering eyes behold His face
Where joy in heart will never hide
As we view in awe God’s countryside

Now wondering eyes have finally seen
Where wondering eyes have never been
Until we crossed the churning foam
And our wondering eyes view Heaven’s Home

Colin Moffett

THE TURNING TIDE

2009-06-11T14:18:00.001+01:00

My Saviour died; He gave His all
When I was young I heard His call
His blood was spilled; I turned aside
And plunged beneath the crimson tide

And oh what wondrous uplifting joy
He answered prayer; when just a boy
His arms held open; welcoming wide
And His love flowed over me like the ocean tide

I sank below it oh so deep
When joy and happiness over me did sweep
When on the crest of a wave I did ride
And my heart was as light as the foam topped tide

But the winds came later and stirred the waves
And I seemed to loose grip on the One who saves
Drifting away from the Saviour’s side
Tossed on the billows of the angry tide

I called for help but none would hear
They turned to me the deafened ear
They walked away from the ocean wide
And cared not I was sinking beneath the rolling tide

I cried in my misery and despair
Thinking not that my Saviour was always there
And He reached His hand and did gently chide
Did you think I would let you drown in the churning tide?

I heard your cries but I had plans for you
I know for me your heart is true
I know your thoughts; nothing can you hide
And I will calm for you now the restless tide

And He rolled away the heartaches of the years
And He dried my eyes and wiped away the tears
And I know with assurance from deep inside
He has answered prayer and set me on a turning tide

Colin Moffett

THE FAST FLOWING RIVER

2009-06-11T14:00:00.003+01:00

Oh the fast and running river
Its waters flowing ever
Easily it powers itself along
I will leave the waterside
Plunge into its rushing tide
To be carried by its currents flowing strong

I have hiked the rough terrain
My weary feet are sore with pain
Trying with my efforts to reach where I am going
But all I know what matters
That God’s fast flowing waters
Will carry me along in their ever flowing

He sends the river running by
From His mountain top on high
It is the power of God streaming from above
There is strength in its surging
Its waters to me are urging
Plunge in and be carried along by His love

I do not have to swim
Its flowing will carry me home to Him
When its waters will reach the crystal sea
Carry me along oh river
You are the stream of life forever
And your destiny will be eternal rest for me

Colin Moffett

THE COUNTRYSIDE

2009-06-10T17:00:00.001+01:00

I like to shun the busy street
The jostling maddening throng
For every step I must compete
And push and shove along
The heaving shops; the traffic loud
The fume polluted air
The littered streets; the pushing crowd
For these I do not care

I would rather wander the mountainside
Where the air is fresh and clean
Or walk along with measured stride
The valley pathway green
Or tread upon the forest glade
A pine needle carpet deep
Or trickling stream its waters wade
And watch a salmon leap

When to rest; a sun kissed stone
Becomes a welcome seat
And the lark it sings to me alone
My contentment is complete
If I could just but harmonise
With its melodious voice
A song of praise would surely rise
From a heart that does rejoice

All natures’ beauty it was caressed
By Gods’ own mighty hand
And with His jewels it was dressed
The sea, the sky, the land
The city streets; the hand of man
His work cannot compare
To mighty Creator; the great I AM
Whose glory is everywhere

He makes me lie in pastures green
And leads by water still
For sins forgiven I have been
To the Man on Calvary hill
The Son of God on centre tree
His death and then the grave
And arose again that He
My sinful soul could save
Oh give to me the countryside
Far from polluted air
The mountain high; the valley wide
And I’ll be happy there

Colin Moffett

FEELING LOST

2009-06-10T10:29:00.003+01:00

Tears are falling like the rain
That hits against this window pane
I look out at the sky of grey
With no sun to light the day

Will the raindrops never stop
Falling tears matches every drop
Of falling liquid from the sky
As I sit here and simply cry

Lord heal my heart this day
Feeling lost, show me the way
I used to follow it so well
Now where to tread I cannot tell

The crows outside in darkened sky
Seem to know the way to fly
To flock in number and then to go
Home to roost row on row

Would I know what is their guide
Yet I have you Lord by my side
So why my stumble, what have I done
To lose my way with God’s dear Son

Have I Lord, as I watch rain showers
Slipped my hand away from yours
When I should hold on at any cost
No wonder now I’m feeling lost

Raindrops are stopped, I cease to cry
For now bright rainbow arcs the sky
A promise for me in its bow
That you have never let me go

O Lord forgive me that I doubt
My way ahead you have worked out
And you hold me at such a cost
That I never again would be feeling lost.

Colin Moffett

BY THE TOUCH OF HIS HAND

2009-06-10T10:21:00.003+01:00

By the touch of His hand the great architect
Drew the plans of creation and brought it into effect
And all in the sea; in the air and on the land
Were built to perfection by the great builders hand

By the touch of His hand He painted the sky
When the canvas was blank the brush He did apply
The scenery of earth the great artist coloured there
And the beauty of His art is seen everywhere

By the touch of His He tuned the right notes
Give songs to the birds that warble from their throats
Written by the great musician; He give every air
Each melody to each creature He composed it with care

By the touch of His hand He formed Adam from the dust
Eve from the man’s rib and told them to trust
In Him the great creator; but they heeded not His demands
And the ruination of His handiwork has the touch of their hands

By the touch of His hand Mary conceived
Sinners trusting in her son from sin would be relieved
And Jesus the redeemer walked the dust of the earth
And said; come unto me and I will give you new birth

By the touch of His hand he healed the sick and the lame
The great physician cured all who called on His name
They crucified Him on a cross; death; a baying crowd demands
And the wood of the tree felt the touch of His hands

By the touch of His hand God rolled the stone away
Just to show that Jesus in grave no longer lay
Thomas doubted Christ had risen just the way it was planned
But believed in His Saviour when He touched Him by his hand

By the touch of His hand I know I was set free
From the penalty of sin when He reached to me
Why the great Redeemer died for me I will never understand
But I know His presence is with me by the touch of His hand

Colin Moffett

A GOSPEL SONG

2009-06-10T10:15:00.001+01:00

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

A LITTLE PIECE OF HEAVEN

2009-06-10T10:11:00.001+01:00

There is a little piece of Heaven
It is wherever God is found
And everywhere I wander
I walk on hallowed ground

For Jesus walks beside me
He cleansed and made me whole
And everyday I am singing
With gladness in my soul

He took my hand and held it
And said from death arise
I offer salvation full and free
For I have paid the price

I took His gift so gladly
It came from nail-scarred hands
The riches I received
Outweighs the gold of earthly lands

The rich of earth are poor
If they call not Jesus name
And a beggar redeemed is rich
Although he has no fame

The self righteous stand so proud
Surely God looks well on them
To us; poor sinners; you can’t compare
Your sins will you condemn

But God He looks at the heart
And hears a sinner’s prayer
By grace and faith alone He justifies
Who stands the richest there?

There is a little piece of Heaven
Just a little that God did send
But hallelujah; there is coming glory
And all Heaven that has no end

Colin Moffett

MY JESUS

2009-06-09T20:54:00.000+01:00

He is fairer than the lilies
Of the quiet and verdant field
He is my Rock to lean on
My defence and my shield

He is the Rose of Sharon
And His perfume fills the air
He is my friend and Saviour
And I am in His care

He is the note of sweet music
That is pleasant to the ear
He gives a new song to sing
That angels in Heaven hear

He is the One who refreshes
Like sparkling morning dew
He is the lovely Jesus
The One who's always true

He is the Light shining brighter
Than sun of breaking dawn
He is the wind that blows softly
And bids the clouds be gone

He reminds me of His promises
When a rainbow arcs the sky
He bears me up on wings
Like the eagle that flies on high

Can an artist paint His beauty?
Or a poet phrase it with word
Can a singer sing of His majesty?
And the wonder of the Lord

The beauty of this world
Is only a reflection I see
Of the splendour of my Jesus
Who is everything to me

Colin Moffett

IN HIS GRIP

2009-06-09T20:43:00.000+01:00

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

LET IT BE THY BLESSED WILL

2009-06-09T20:30:00.000+01:00

Let it be thy blessed will
To keep me humble quiet and still
When the way ahead I cannot see
I know your hand it leadeth me

Along the way that you know best
Knowing when to walk and when to rest
You will lead me at your pace
Through valley dark or mountain face

By still waters to lay me down
Or in raging seas won’t let me drown
When darkened night sees daylight gone
It’s another day you have led me on

This walk with you has twist and turns
Yet to do thy will my heart it yearns
Sometimes I laugh, sometimes I cry
But we share it together you and I

So my Lord to you I bow
Hear me Lord as I ask you now
To keep me humble quiet and still
As you work in me your blessed will

Colin Moffett

THE TREE FOR THE CROSS

2009-06-09T12:25:00.000+01:00

I stood in the forest growing so strong
From all of my companions I was numbered among
They picked me out as the rough barked tree
To crucify the Saviour of men on the hard wood of me

I felt each blow as they cut me down
Then pared of the branches of my leaf topped crown
And used one of them, the limbs of my loss
To nail it to my trunk and form me as a cross

They brought Jesus out with His thorn crowned head
The wounds of His body were dripping blood red
And they tossed me over His shoulder to carry me along
But they had abused Him so much He was no longer strong

He could not carry me but I carried His frame
For He was fixed to my trunk and they pinned on me His name
As they nailed His hands and feet I felt that I could
Feel His pain; each nail through Him also pierced into my wood

Secured to my timber, they lifted us both high
And they stood back to mock and watch Jesus die
In the long dreadful hours so solemn and dark
I felt His poor body writhe on my bark

Its roughness I hated and wished it to be smooth
For I would have given anything His body to soothe
My sap mixed with His blood and sweat He was perspiring
And knew by His breathing His life was expiring

The trembling in His body slowly diminished
Then ceased all breathing for life was finished
The Saviour of sinners hanging dead on me
And I wished otherwise it could be

For I did not want to be the one
To carry on me Gods dear Son
But it was ordained that Jesus should die on a tree
And His blood that was spilled was spilled on me

The wood of my body is long since gone
A risen Saviour still lives on
When by coming to Jesus sinners can recover their loss
I am glad I played my part by being the tree for the cross

Colin Moffett

I'LL KNOW

2009-06-09T12:19:00.000+01:00

When I see the land I long for
When on hallowed ground I stand
When my heart will overflow
When I take my Saviour’s hand

Then I’ll know I’m home at last
Journey’s end has come for me
Standing on the golden shore
Beside the sparkling crystal sea

When my eyes will cry no more
When sorrow leaves my heart at last
When I can lift my head to smile
When before I was downcast

Then I’ll know such awesome joy
Peace so calm that soothes the soul
Embraced and held in loving arms
Of Jesus Redeemer who made me whole

When I gaze upon His face
When I feel His gentle touch
When I see His lovely smile
When I’ll say, thank you so much

Then I’ll know yes surely know
As I’ve never known before
Peace and rest and joy overflowing
When Heaven is mine forever more

Colin Moffett

BLESSED ARE WE

2009-06-09T12:14:00.000+01:00

Blessed are we when friends they greet
Take time to stop when we meet
To ask us how we are today
And help to pass some time away
With idle talk and cheerful chatter
And converse with us on any matter
But perhaps when it’s time to part
We have not told what’s in our heart
For they are only acquaintances that we know
Just busy people on the go

More blessed are we with friends who care
With them our problems we can share
Who really listen and take heed
Or forsake us never in our need
To lovingly hold and lend an ear
And quickly dry the falling tear
When we are weak they are strong
They give support to help along
When in them we can confide
Blessed are we to have them by our side

But most blessed of all are surely we
To have the One who died on a tree
A trustful caring forever friend
Whose love for us will never end
To bring our burdens that we bear
To Him alone and leave them there
For we will never find a better rest
Than in His arms held to His breast
Or ever know a better love
Than that which flows from Him above
Earthly friends are a joy to have
To ease our sorrows and help us laugh
But if you want a friend who is really true
Jesus is the one for me and you

Colin Moffett

A SOUL

2009-06-09T12:08:00.000+01:00

There is another flower that will blossom
In God’s beautiful garden above
Another jewel to adorn His golden crown
For a soul has been overcome by His love

It has been kissed with mercy by the Saviour
Drawn so gently by His infinite grace
Into His tender arms of sweet comfort
Held closely in their everlasting embrace

There is rejoicing in the highest of the heavens
Angels sing and play with delight
The golden harps sound the notes of sweet music
For a soul has passed from darkness to light

Join with God’s bright angels in the glory
Sing; you redeemed ones on the earth
Mingle your words with the heavenly chorus
For a precious soul has been given new birth

It is like the wings of a butterfly unfolding
From the prison of a chrysalis set free
A soul unloosed from the bondage of sin
When it obeyed the Master’s bidding; come unto me.

Feel the great weight from a soul that is lifted
See the links of a strong chain that lie broken
The fetters that bound it so tightly
Are unloosed; because Jesus in power He has spoken

Can there ever be an end to rejoicing
A halt to thankfulness for a sinner made whole
Will eternity ever be long enough?
To praise Jesus for saving each repentant soul

Colin Moffett

THE SUNSET

2009-06-08T19:51:00.001+01:00

I looked unto the distant hill
At evening’s disappearing show
And watched the setting sun
Set the sky aglow

The redness of the western sky
Spoke of blood running free
And the purple reminded me of the King
Who died on a rugged tree

I watched the drifting darkness come
In sunset’s fading light
And all its brilliant radiance
Being swallowed up in night

I thought of a loving Saviour
Who came to die and save
How the beauty of His brilliance
Was swallowed up in grave

I watched the setting sun
Disappear behind the hill
And remembered the Son of God
Doing His Father’s will

I looked unto the distant hill
At morning’s appearing show
When the rising sun
Set the sky aglow

I thought of a risen Saviour
As I watched the eastern sky
How it would be bathed in radiance
When He comes back by and by

The sunset was beautiful
When the west was all aglow
But when the Son of God lights the eastern sky
What splendour will be on show

Colin Moffett

ALL

2009-06-08T19:13:00.000+01:00

Before angels beheld His holy face
And stars stood not in their place
When no creature breathed living air
In eternal dwelling my God was there

And then He spoke and it was so
Creation’s canvas was there on show
And all came forth at mighty call
It pleased Him well when He viewed it all

When from the dust He formed the man
Already in place salvation’s plan
Before creation’s dawn was given birth
God’s only Son was ordained for earth

And though for sin God sent the flood
He promised redemption through precious blood
To rescue sinners from the fall
He sent His Son to do it all

A wooden cross received His frame
And pardon found in that precious name
When; it is finished; came in triumph call
And in His death Jesus gave us His all

All of that way His Father willed
All for us His blood was spilled
All completed in salvation’s plan
And all must come now to this Man

For all have sinned; then who can save
But Jesus risen from death and grave
And all; He says; who come to me
Will receive my pardon full and free

All to Jesus I will give
My heart; my soul that I might live
For calling me glad is my call
For all your giving Lord; I give my all

Colin Moffett

ALL HONOUR GLORY AND PRAISE

2009-06-07T19:21:00.000+01:00

With joyful heart our voices raise
To God our Saviour we bring you praise
In happy melody we will sing
Words of worship to our King

Let all creation clap aloud
The shining sun dispels the cloud
It turns the darkest night to day
And in rejoicing we can say

Thank you Father for your dear Son
Praise the Lord for what He has done
When souls as black as the deepest night
Where freed from darkness by His light

Let the mighty ocean waves
Roar aloud that Jesus saves
Let its flowing and ebbing waters talk
We are anchored in Christ the Rock

When the singing rivers rise in flood
We praise you Lord for your flowing blood
The murmuring waters lap riverbanks
And to its song we join our thanks

For our redemption we can but wonder
And clap our hands like the rolling thunder
And sing in praise to blue capped hills
On one of you His blood it spills

Lift our hands as the branching tree
And praise Him that He died on one for you and me
The boulders shout; their voices boom
Not one of us could keep Him sealed in the tomb

The wind is calling through waving grass
The day of grace soon it will pass
And in awhile a redeemed people will rejoice
In a heavenly choir giving voice

In a song worthy to the Lamb
Echoing in the city of the great I AM
When in golden streets our voices will raise
And sing; yours o’ Lord is all glory; honour and praise

Colin Moffett

A FRIEND

2009-06-07T19:08:00.000+01:00

When my laughter fills the air
And my heart it is carefree
It is lovely with a friend to share
The moments of joy with me

Or when my eyes fill with tears
And my heart is heavy with care
What a comfort to tell my fears
To a friend who is listening there

For a true friend will help lift
The burden of a heavy load
Their aid to me will be swift
When I falter along life’s weary road

Hold on to a friend that is true
For many there be that are not
A friend that is praying for you
When others will give you no thought

I cannot see life’s plan
Or how my journey will end
But greater love is not known than
That someone will lay down their life for a friend

And such a one I have found
Jesus; who died on the wood of a tree
I was His enemy and Hell bound
But there He died for me

What love sent Him to the grave
My mind cannot comprehend
Why He came my soul to save
So I could call Him my friend

Jesus in triumph did ascend
Far above the blue sky up above
Now He is my living forever friend
The friend who gives me His love

Colin Moffett

ALMIGHTY GOD

2009-06-07T18:59:00.000+01:00

Just a word from His Heavenly tongue
Echoing through the vastness of space
When the breath of Almighty God hung
The multitude of stars in their place

One word from Him and it was done
He built the mountain high and spread the ocean
The moon to rule night and the daytime sun
The spinning of earth He set in motion

The word of His lips give birth
To birds that wing upon the air
In the mountains and vales of Earth
And in the seas He created all life there

He stooped and formed man from the dust
And breathed in his nostrils living breath
I am the Lord; o’ man; holy and just
Disobey my word and you will taste of death

What foolishness then sinful man
That the path of sin you have trod
And Jesus crucified in Salvation plan
To reconcile you to Almighty God

Fear Him; He has all power
The breath of your life is in His hand
You know not your dying hour
When for your soul He will demand

He walks in the vastness of space
From eternity to eternity He reigns from above
Then measure to me His saving grace
And the depth; height and width of His love

Tell me again how He raised from the grave
When death; the penalty for sin was done
And hope and life and saving grace
Is found in His resurrected Son

What a song of redemption and praise
That will flow from deep in the heart
When the redeemed their voices will raise
To sing to Almighty God; How Great Thou Art

Colin Moffett

SUNSHINE TODAY

2009-06-07T14:54:00.000+01:00

There is sunshine today; sins are washed away
I walk with the Lord in His light
There’s a song in my soul; Jesus made me whole
And filled my heart with delight

Such beautiful hours; in God’s blessings showers
He sends all day with His love
He whispers in the breeze; there will be plenty of these
Coming to you from above

In the rain there’s a bow; just to let you know
My promises are steadfast and sure
Forever your friend; riches I send
Your soul never again will be poor

What joy; what peace; God sends the increase
The river of His love overflowing
Grey clouds will part; there’s sunshine in my heart
With a brightness that is forever glowing

I’ll sing with my voice; shout and rejoice
In a hymn of adoration and praise
I am saved I know; Jesus loves me so
And my thanks to Him I will raise

His name I am voicing; my heart is rejoicing
Sing my captured soul then sing
To the One who bought you; of course you ought to
Give thanks to your Heavenly King

Colin Moffett

SUMMER HEAT

2009-06-06T16:27:00.000+01:00

We scold about the cold, the wind and the rain
When the sun peeks out then we’re at it again
Our summer comes around, it’s wet every day
Then its grows hot and we’re melted away

Like me and the wife when we set off in the car
It was boiling inside as the sun melted the tar
We headed to the beach for a paddle and a wade
She wanted no sunburn so she sat in the shade

Complaining all the while about the sand on her feet
Rejoicing in the cooling shade and out of the heat
Not like me the fool man with nothing on his head
Out in the sun and my scalp turning red

I headed for the sea to dip in a toe
Then rolled up trouser legs and in further did go
Now I was up to the knees, I felt really brave
For at any moment I could have been swept away by a wave!

I listened to the ocean, the seagulls and kids scream
Then headed up the beach to get an ice cream
I rejoined the wife with a cone and handed her a ninety nine
Licked and slurped away and ate them just fine

I looked across the beach at the people on sand and in sea
Thinking, in one hundred years, not one of them would be
Enjoying themselves in the water or on the golden shore
For the sand of time would have ran out and they would be no more

Like generations before us who knew the summer sun
Their sunshine rays have gone forever for their lives have been run
The water of the sea has bathed many bodies in her waves
How many washed themselves in the blood of the Lamb who saves

A countless number have gone like the grains of the sand
How many were held in the going by God’s own hand
Summer days may get hot and in the heat it is no fun
But I pray you rejoice in the sunshine of God’s own Son

Colin Moffett