TO THE CROSS

TO THE CROSS

 

Standing in the garden on that fateful night

The son said to the father “Teach me what is right?,   teach me if you can,

For as tomorrow dawns, I will face the thorns and give

Up the fight , to the cross I will go, all this to show,

The Father’s love for man. “

 

By Sandra J Mack

TO GOD

TO GOD

Look at me what do you see?, do you see a servant Honest and true? or do you see the real me?, lonely scared and weak. Trying to be good and finding it hard, do you see the love I have for you?

 And my desire to come totally to your will, but knowing that at times my selfishness and love of sin puts a barrier up between us, that my love of self and need for attention overwhelms me and lord it scares me to think, I am hurting you, I pray Lord that you will forgive me and give me the strength to truly repent of this, I ask this in the knowledge that you love me in whatever state I am in, You love me so much that  you sent your only son, Jesus Christ to die  for me on a cross at Calvary, but also in the knowledge that I will let you down in my own strength and ask you to cover me with your strength and with the blood of Jesus thank you sweet lord AMEN.

 

By Sandra J Mack

THE WHISPER

THE WHISPER

 

Did you hear the whisper of the lord’s last breath?

Who heard the sound of that holy death?

Could it be the two thieves hanging by his side?

Could it be the soldier, did he hear the message in the agonising cry?

Did he ask the father “why did he have to die”?

Do you know the answer the reason do you see?

For when the lord was crucified he died for you and me.

 

By Sandra J Mack

THE GIFT

THE GIFT

 

The graveyard was friendly a welcoming place

A home for the souls, who had finished the race,

The green grass was warm in a tunnel of trees

With leaves like a blanket as they moved in the breeze,

Stones great and little stood all around

With crosses and angels adorning the ground,

As I started to pray to the father above

I knew a feeling of gladness a feeling of love,

I thanked the lord for the gift he had given

As I stood in the graveyard this remnant of heaven

 

By Sandra J Mack

THE CHRISTMAS TREE

THE CHRISTMAS TREE

 

The Christmas tree stood smothered with lights to show its glory

The Christmas tree stood ready to tell to us its story

It tells of mothers love for child it tells of a birth so meek and mild

It tells of a death upon a tree it tells of a pardon for you and me

 

By Sandra J Mack

LOST AND FOUND (SCOT'S)

LOST AND FOUND

 

It’s Christmas time, oot comes the tree, oot comes the wise men 1,2,3

 

There’s Mary there’s Joseph in stable bare, but whaur’s baby Jesus he’s no their!

 

I looked fir him high,  A looked fir him low, he’s no tae be seen whau did he go?

 

It made me feel sad, it jist wisnae richt, nae babe in the manger, oan that haly nicht

 

The figures wis glass,  whit if they wir real,  A had lost baby Jesus well how wid you feel?,  I gret to the laird, Laird wid ye help me!, he answered me “ Lassie ye say’s it yersel, look back tae the manger ye neer can tell “.  I did as he telt me and Imagine ma glee, there lay baby Jesus smilin it me!

 

By Sandra Jane Mack

REMEMBER

REMEMBER

Remember the days when they called you hen and mum and dad where there

Giving you the cuddles taking on your care, now the days of childhood are distant in the mist and childhood days and childhood ways are things we must resist, now that you are mum or dad these duties come to you and it’s hard to do the right thing and to yourself be true, the lord says” child please don’t be sad please put your trust in me

And I will set you free, from anger and from strafing from worry and from fear ,don’t feel alone there on your own for I am always here, I am asking you my saviour I am asking as we speak to me please send  my heavenly friend the  grace and strength  I need

For father I beseech you pray down on my knee, that you would give me wisdom in living every day my pride to hide mounts to climb and godly words to say.

 

By Sandra J Mack

PARANOIA

PARANOIA

 

PAIN GIVE IT A NAME

LOOK FOR THE THING THATTHAT HURTS YOU

BLAME ALWAYS THE SAME

WHO SHARPENED THE KNIFE THAT CUT YOU

LOOK AROUND THE CORNERS

LOOK UP THE STAIRS

LOOK AROUND TO SEE

IF ANYONE CARES

WATCHINGTHE FOLKS

PICKING UP HINTS

RECORDING THERE EYES

AS THEY GIULTILY BLINK

COMING THOUGHDOORWAYS

PEOPLE SOME GREAT

SOME OTHER ONES YOU TRY NOT TO HATE

PAIN IS SO PRESANT SO ALL AROUND YOU

JUST LIKE A MINEFIELD YOU’RE TIPTOEING THOUGH

YOU ASK THE SOLUTION (LORD PLEASE MAKE IT END)

HE ANSWERS (DON’T WORRY YOU HAVE ONE TRUE FRIEND)       

 

BY SANDRA J MACK

NEVER ENDING TRUTH

Never ending truth

ROUND AND ROUND THE MULBERRY BUSH AS THE MUSIC PLAYS

THEN COMES THE LIGHT FROM OUT OF DARK , AS NIGHT BECOMES THE DAY ,SEE THESUN COME OUT OF MOON  DARKNESS OVER SOON  EVIL GOES AWAY,THEN WAITING  FOR ANOTHER NIGHT BUILDUP ITS AWESOME POWER READY FOR THE FIGHT, THEN WE SEE THE WHITE KNIGHTS CHARGE  WITH LIGHTNING ROD ,KNOWING AND BELIEVING

CALLING ON THEIR GOD , LOVE EMERGES LOVE GROWS STRONG PULLING ON THE HEART STRINGS COMES THE JOY OF LIVING CARRIED ON HOPES WINGSNEVER ENDING HAPPENING NEVER ENDING TRUTH ,GIVING  STRENGTH TO WEAKNESS GIVING AGE TO YOUTH

 

BY SANDRA J MACK

ITS CHRISTMAS TOMORROW

ITS CHRISTMAS TOMORROW

 

Its Christmas tomorrow Lord and my fridge is empty

But your bible tells us of a land of plenty

Its Christmas tomorrow Lord the children need shoes

But your bible tells us of Christ’s good news

 

 

Its Christmas tomorrow Lord no money for toys

But your bible tells us of Heavenly joys

Its Christmas tomorrow Lord how will we survive

But your bible tells us that Christ is alive

 

By Sandra J Mack

GODLY FRAGRANCE

GODLY FRAGRANCE

 

The fragrance of god came upon me as I sat in the church that day

The fragrance of god all around me as I listened to what he would say,

The sweet smell of love so abounding like a fountain with water to spry

As the drops or moisture fell on me I dropped to my knees just to say

“Tank you father thank you father for blessing your servant this way.

 

By Sandra J Mack

GOD IS

GOD IS

God is in the daylight

And he dwells in dead of night,

He’s in the stars he’s in the skies

He’s in the love light in our eyes,

The flowers in the garden

The words we say when we ask for pardon

He’s in the songs we sing in the praise we bring

He’s there because of Calvary

By Sandra J Mack