When I was just a little girl
I wanted so much from the world
I wanted friends and love and peace
And maybe just a little bit of release
I was so full of dreams back then
I didn't know boys from men
Then my life was turned upside down
By a fate that took me down
Unhappiness was then my mate
Sadness was to be my fate
Now as I look back on my life
I see the truth amid all the strife
It wasn't me who did the wrong
I was just a little girl, you see
It was some-one else who was using me
I was misled along that way
Found myself going far astray
And now as I look back
I see how my dear Lord
Was there with me all along!
Now He is living in my heart
Keeping me strong!
We'll never part!
Doesn't matter where I went
Doesn't matter what I did
All that matters now is that I
Have been redeemed
By His wonderful love
My precious Lord:
Heaven sent!
Wednesday 19 September 2012
Loved the accent
Looking everywhere for love
Never seemed to find that groove
Tried and tried to find my love
Should have prayed to the Lord above!
Didn't even really know
What I was looking for; anyway!
Met a guy from the UK
His accent was so cute
His mate was put out 'cause
He was from the land of Oz
He tried to be a copy cat
But he just didn't have the chat!
Never seemed to find that groove
Tried and tried to find my love
Should have prayed to the Lord above!
Didn't even really know
What I was looking for; anyway!
Met a guy from the UK
His accent was so cute
His mate was put out 'cause
He was from the land of Oz
He tried to be a copy cat
But he just didn't have the chat!
Tuesday 18 September 2012
Conversations in my head
If you could only hear
These conversations in my head
I'm talking to myself
I'm talking to my Lord
And to the dear angels as I'm led
Oh lord I am but a simple girl
I confess I do not like this world
So many horrid things go on
If only dear Lord; You would come!
I sigh and cry and wonder why?
So many people hate and lie!
Oh Lord we need Your blessed help!
So many dear ones lost in life
So many dear ones living in such strife!
What can I alone do?
How to help everyone; when and who?
Oh Lord; I am but a weakling here
'Tis You who hold the reigns my dear!
My dearest Lord, I beg of you
Take sure and sole control!
There are so many already on my prayer list
But many more I will add; if you insist!
Prayers are all I have to give
To those who live so far away from here
I am but a tiny voice
But I will shout if I must
It's just; my voice is not loud enough
To circumnavigate this earth of ours!
Dearest Lord, 'tis Thy words I would amplify
If I had the chance to have this wish?
I would find myself in heavenly bliss!
These conversations in my head
I'm talking to myself
I'm talking to my Lord
And to the dear angels as I'm led
Oh lord I am but a simple girl
I confess I do not like this world
So many horrid things go on
If only dear Lord; You would come!
I sigh and cry and wonder why?
So many people hate and lie!
Oh Lord we need Your blessed help!
So many dear ones lost in life
So many dear ones living in such strife!
What can I alone do?
How to help everyone; when and who?
Oh Lord; I am but a weakling here
'Tis You who hold the reigns my dear!
My dearest Lord, I beg of you
Take sure and sole control!
There are so many already on my prayer list
But many more I will add; if you insist!
Prayers are all I have to give
To those who live so far away from here
I am but a tiny voice
But I will shout if I must
It's just; my voice is not loud enough
To circumnavigate this earth of ours!
Dearest Lord, 'tis Thy words I would amplify
If I had the chance to have this wish?
I would find myself in heavenly bliss!
Things
Never had much as a kid
Never really cared that much right then
But as the years have passed along
I've found myself in trouble; deep!
As I tried to compensate for the things I'd missed
By buying stuff I didn't need
Just because it was really cheap!
I stacked my cupboards full of junk
And told myself; " I might need it soon!"
I thought I'd gotten over my traumatic early life
But later found myself in deeper strife!
Things don't buy you love or anything!
They just complicate everything!
The extra tasks of cleaning up
Become a chore that no-one wants; or needs!
And the mess becomes like a cavern; deep!
You can't escape; it won't let you sleep
You try to hide behind your things
But happiness from these; does not spring!
The only thing that really helps
Is tossing out that useless stuff!
The extra baggage you've taken on
The heaps of toil that drives you mad!
And all because you compensate
For all those times life let you down!
When finally you realize
That it's not "Things" you missed at all!
But love and understanding!
And having peace in your soul!
These things are what we crave!
These things are what really save!
Having someone say to you:
"I love you; as you are!"
"I need you; as you need me too!
Well done!" and "Welcome home!"
Just as our dear Lord Jesus
Will say to all who love Him so
When He comes again to take us home!
Never really cared that much right then
But as the years have passed along
I've found myself in trouble; deep!
As I tried to compensate for the things I'd missed
By buying stuff I didn't need
Just because it was really cheap!
I stacked my cupboards full of junk
And told myself; " I might need it soon!"
I thought I'd gotten over my traumatic early life
But later found myself in deeper strife!
Things don't buy you love or anything!
They just complicate everything!
The extra tasks of cleaning up
Become a chore that no-one wants; or needs!
And the mess becomes like a cavern; deep!
You can't escape; it won't let you sleep
You try to hide behind your things
But happiness from these; does not spring!
The only thing that really helps
Is tossing out that useless stuff!
The extra baggage you've taken on
The heaps of toil that drives you mad!
And all because you compensate
For all those times life let you down!
When finally you realize
That it's not "Things" you missed at all!
But love and understanding!
And having peace in your soul!
These things are what we crave!
These things are what really save!
Having someone say to you:
"I love you; as you are!"
"I need you; as you need me too!
Well done!" and "Welcome home!"
Just as our dear Lord Jesus
Will say to all who love Him so
When He comes again to take us home!
Monday 17 September 2012
Post Traumatic Stress
Never met my father-in-law; he was lost in the war!
And though he lived to tell the tale
Of how he'd gone missing for ten long years
It never really erased his fears!
Three times his ships were sunk!
He was the last survivor in the boat
He had to watch and wait as life
Slowly ebbed and finally ceased
For all his mates; he then was priest
As he blessed their bodies; sent them forward
Over the side of that lifeboat; overboard!
The last to survive; to tell their tale
Of how the ocean great; claimed their lives
He; only he survived; one man alone!
The Captain; the Cabin boy; friends all!
He had to watch them take their fall!
As one by one they succumbed
To the madness of the sea; from which they drank!
So, all alone on that mighty sea
Of the many; alone was he!
Tossed and turned upon those waves!
Imagine him sitting; waiting; commiserating
See his face as he must have been!
As those salty tears poured down his cheeks
Holding that cabin boy close once more
Before he had to toss his young body overboard
Bidding farewell to all those he'd known
Ever always being thrown
Hungry; thirsty; overwhelmed!
Waiting; waiting day and night!
Praying; praying to be found!
Finally returning at long last
To his wife and his home
Though ten long years had passed!
A ten year old son now waiting there
Just the same as he; with his fair hair!
But doubts assailed his mind
Was the boy his son undoubted?
Fear and anger made his life
And those he loved
A misery so hard to bear!
The dreams; images so deeply seared
In mind and body; unprepared to face those fears!
Post Traumatic Stress disorder
The official name of his mental state!
Too little help; much too late!
The pile of empty wine flagons; grew by the door!
The dishes flew onto the floor
Unable to exist; as before!
No easy homecoming to that shore!
Two more sons were to come along
To share his life; what was left of it!
So difficult to cope with it all!
Not too many years later
The end did come; way too soon!
At 46; his brain couldn't cope
The aneurism; in his brain; it broke!
Many long years posthumously
A Medal of Honour was bestowed
Too late for this heroic man of the sea!
Of Viking warriors; from a long line was he!
A Merchant Seaman; wed to the sea
The land loving life was never
For such a one as he!
Still he is remembered!
By his sons and grandchildren as well!
We'll remember him as he was
Alive and living; serving on the seas
A real hero to those he knew; to those he lost
Staying alive at any cost!
His name carried on by his family!
Rickard Alsing Andersson
Born: 15th September 1915
And though he lived to tell the tale
Of how he'd gone missing for ten long years
It never really erased his fears!
Three times his ships were sunk!
He was the last survivor in the boat
He had to watch and wait as life
Slowly ebbed and finally ceased
For all his mates; he then was priest
As he blessed their bodies; sent them forward
Over the side of that lifeboat; overboard!
The last to survive; to tell their tale
Of how the ocean great; claimed their lives
He; only he survived; one man alone!
The Captain; the Cabin boy; friends all!
He had to watch them take their fall!
As one by one they succumbed
To the madness of the sea; from which they drank!
So, all alone on that mighty sea
Of the many; alone was he!
Tossed and turned upon those waves!
Imagine him sitting; waiting; commiserating
See his face as he must have been!
As those salty tears poured down his cheeks
Holding that cabin boy close once more
Before he had to toss his young body overboard
Bidding farewell to all those he'd known
Ever always being thrown
Hungry; thirsty; overwhelmed!
Waiting; waiting day and night!
Praying; praying to be found!
Finally returning at long last
To his wife and his home
Though ten long years had passed!
A ten year old son now waiting there
Just the same as he; with his fair hair!
But doubts assailed his mind
Was the boy his son undoubted?
Fear and anger made his life
And those he loved
A misery so hard to bear!
The dreams; images so deeply seared
In mind and body; unprepared to face those fears!
Post Traumatic Stress disorder
The official name of his mental state!
Too little help; much too late!
The pile of empty wine flagons; grew by the door!
The dishes flew onto the floor
Unable to exist; as before!
No easy homecoming to that shore!
Two more sons were to come along
To share his life; what was left of it!
So difficult to cope with it all!
Not too many years later
The end did come; way too soon!
At 46; his brain couldn't cope
The aneurism; in his brain; it broke!
Many long years posthumously
A Medal of Honour was bestowed
Too late for this heroic man of the sea!
Of Viking warriors; from a long line was he!
A Merchant Seaman; wed to the sea
The land loving life was never
For such a one as he!
Still he is remembered!
By his sons and grandchildren as well!
We'll remember him as he was
Alive and living; serving on the seas
A real hero to those he knew; to those he lost
Staying alive at any cost!
His name carried on by his family!
Rickard Alsing Andersson
Born: 15th September 1915
Redbacks Revenge
Over the years when times were tough
I had to resort to odd jobs to make ends meet!
Found out from a friend; could make a buck
By taking Redback spiders to the lab: neat!
All spiders scared me when I was young
But I braved it out to make that dough!
Seventy five cents per spider wasn't much but
It all added up; with the numbers; I'll let you know!
We found them by looking underneath the garden pots
In tight places; behind the tin; Redbacks by the lots!
Found 50 one day all hiding around the house
Under the veranda; in the shed; under the plants!
Where-ever we looked; they were hiding there!
Sometimes; I must admit: they did give me a scare!
Just didn't want to go into that little jar there!
Though i asked very nicely; "Please" said I!
There were big ones; little ones; medium too!
But only the biggest ones; for the lab would do!
The venom labs needed them to make the stuff
Anti-venom; to aid people; bitten; that's the thing
I wanted to help people in hospital!
As I recall; many years ago; a work mate of my mum's
Was bitten in the outdoor dunny!
Remember that old song; but it really wasn't funny!
The Redback on the toilet seat; actually happened!
Poor man; hospitalised; all his bits; tenderised!
Painful swelling; black and blue; oh what a to-do!
Well it just happened; one New Year's Eve!
I was bitten too! Not that long ago it was
I was getting changed into another top
Hot and bothered; ready to drop!
Never even felt the sting:
Just saw her big black and red bottom
As she walked down my arm
Flicked her off; she got squished!
End of story; so I thought!
We went out to the Berri Club
Dinner with my folks; on the menu!
I said; "Might have been bitten by that Red!"
No-one listened: "You're imagining!" they said!
My arm was aching; getting red!
Then the pain was moving down my arm
Head was feeling weird; fuzzy sort of thing
Off-colour; feeling bad; help was needed!
Josh and Shelley took me in
To the hospital emergency
Had to wait and sit around a while
It takes time to spread the poison round!
Got some morphine for the pain; topped it up later on
Felt like some-one had whacked me with a cricket bat
Nothing much happened after that!
Until a few more hours had passed on by!
Hospital getting busy; lots of people coming in
I was moved into a corridor;
Nearly asked to quit the bed as well!
Then 4 hours after the bite; my skin was crawling
My body itching; couldn't keep still!
Injected anti-venom; another jab for nausea
To quell that rising beast!
Admitted into hospital; just in case I had
A bad reaction to the anti-venom!
Can't recall much after that; must have slept
Might have had some porridge; fuzzy still
Slept again; had a bit of lunch; don't know what I ate!
Then it was 2 pm; taken home; slept some more
But boy was my whole arm sore!
I had to resort to odd jobs to make ends meet!
Found out from a friend; could make a buck
By taking Redback spiders to the lab: neat!
All spiders scared me when I was young
But I braved it out to make that dough!
Seventy five cents per spider wasn't much but
It all added up; with the numbers; I'll let you know!
We found them by looking underneath the garden pots
In tight places; behind the tin; Redbacks by the lots!
Found 50 one day all hiding around the house
Under the veranda; in the shed; under the plants!
Where-ever we looked; they were hiding there!
Sometimes; I must admit: they did give me a scare!
Just didn't want to go into that little jar there!
Though i asked very nicely; "Please" said I!
There were big ones; little ones; medium too!
But only the biggest ones; for the lab would do!
The venom labs needed them to make the stuff
Anti-venom; to aid people; bitten; that's the thing
I wanted to help people in hospital!
As I recall; many years ago; a work mate of my mum's
Was bitten in the outdoor dunny!
Remember that old song; but it really wasn't funny!
The Redback on the toilet seat; actually happened!
Poor man; hospitalised; all his bits; tenderised!
Painful swelling; black and blue; oh what a to-do!
Well it just happened; one New Year's Eve!
I was bitten too! Not that long ago it was
I was getting changed into another top
Hot and bothered; ready to drop!
Never even felt the sting:
Just saw her big black and red bottom
As she walked down my arm
Flicked her off; she got squished!
End of story; so I thought!
We went out to the Berri Club
Dinner with my folks; on the menu!
I said; "Might have been bitten by that Red!"
No-one listened: "You're imagining!" they said!
My arm was aching; getting red!
Then the pain was moving down my arm
Head was feeling weird; fuzzy sort of thing
Off-colour; feeling bad; help was needed!
Josh and Shelley took me in
To the hospital emergency
Had to wait and sit around a while
It takes time to spread the poison round!
Got some morphine for the pain; topped it up later on
Felt like some-one had whacked me with a cricket bat
Nothing much happened after that!
Until a few more hours had passed on by!
Hospital getting busy; lots of people coming in
I was moved into a corridor;
Nearly asked to quit the bed as well!
Then 4 hours after the bite; my skin was crawling
My body itching; couldn't keep still!
Injected anti-venom; another jab for nausea
To quell that rising beast!
Admitted into hospital; just in case I had
A bad reaction to the anti-venom!
Can't recall much after that; must have slept
Might have had some porridge; fuzzy still
Slept again; had a bit of lunch; don't know what I ate!
Then it was 2 pm; taken home; slept some more
But boy was my whole arm sore!
Pictures in my mind
Brighton Road pines:
For many years when my girls were young
We drove so far in to Adelaide!
Brighton Road; close to the beach
Always made them screech!
"Look mum; the trees:
We're close to church and the beach!"
Now my Santiago; 4 years old
Knows the way to his home too!
"Look mummy! We're home! We're at Glenelg!
Michael was just 3 years old
Recognised the terrain and sign posts
"Hey, I know where we're going!
We're going to Grandpa's place!
Nephew Hughie; when he was 2
Saw the little house up on the hill
"Hey! I know that place!
That's where mummy and daddy
Used to live with me!"
Isn't it amazing how we recognise?
Roads and trees; homes on hills
Our brains soak up those images
Keep them safe within our minds
Then when we see them we do know
Been there before; lots of times!
Last year; the council workers
Lopped some branches
From those trees along our road
Ready for the stormy season
That was to come!
My brain was troubled for many weeks
The road was so wrong; the trees so weird!
Took a while to get used to that scene!
The pictures didn't match; those within!
For many years when my girls were young
We drove so far in to Adelaide!
Brighton Road; close to the beach
Always made them screech!
"Look mum; the trees:
We're close to church and the beach!"
Now my Santiago; 4 years old
Knows the way to his home too!
"Look mummy! We're home! We're at Glenelg!
Michael was just 3 years old
Recognised the terrain and sign posts
"Hey, I know where we're going!
We're going to Grandpa's place!
Nephew Hughie; when he was 2
Saw the little house up on the hill
"Hey! I know that place!
That's where mummy and daddy
Used to live with me!"
Isn't it amazing how we recognise?
Roads and trees; homes on hills
Our brains soak up those images
Keep them safe within our minds
Then when we see them we do know
Been there before; lots of times!
Last year; the council workers
Lopped some branches
From those trees along our road
Ready for the stormy season
That was to come!
My brain was troubled for many weeks
The road was so wrong; the trees so weird!
Took a while to get used to that scene!
The pictures didn't match; those within!
Dried Peaches
After all the hard work of picking the fruit
After all the long days of cutting
After all the sulphuring in that sulphur shed
The next morning we opened it up
The smell was strong and dangerous
You kept your mouth and nose closed
We'd step and carry all those trays
Laid out in long, long rows!
The special ones we'd make for ourselves
The "Naked Peaches" someone called them!
We'd pick out the ripest, juiciest peaches
All full of juice and scented so sweet
We peeled the skin right off them!
Laid them back down upon those trays!
Then the hot golden sunshine did the rest
Shining down from up above!
The dear Lord of heaven smiling
Upon our labours with His great love!
Those yummy, delicious fruits of His
Given to us as our precious food!
Yes! We ate those naked peaches
Enjoying every last one!
After all the long days of cutting
After all the sulphuring in that sulphur shed
The next morning we opened it up
The smell was strong and dangerous
You kept your mouth and nose closed
We'd step and carry all those trays
Laid out in long, long rows!
The special ones we'd make for ourselves
The "Naked Peaches" someone called them!
We'd pick out the ripest, juiciest peaches
All full of juice and scented so sweet
We peeled the skin right off them!
Laid them back down upon those trays!
Then the hot golden sunshine did the rest
Shining down from up above!
The dear Lord of heaven smiling
Upon our labours with His great love!
Those yummy, delicious fruits of His
Given to us as our precious food!
Yes! We ate those naked peaches
Enjoying every last one!
Music to my ears
Listened to a lot of songs
As we always drove along
Michael Jackson, Roy Orbison!
Beatles, Bread and Abba too!
We all knew the words; sang along!
Little Michael said one day
"I want Happy Bears mummy!"
What could I say but:
"Happy Bears? Not any song I've heard!"
"Okay. Pretty Robin then!" He said!
"Oops! I don't know that one either!"
Finally, we found out; much later on!
"Happy Bears" was "I'll be there!"
By Michael Jackson
"Pretty Robin" was "Pretty Woman"
By Roy Orbison!
He knew what he wanted
But I just didn't understand!
We went to the Royal Adelaide Show
When Michael was 2 years old
We saw "The Fab Four" performing
He loved the show and bopped along!
Singing the words to every song!
We went to the Show again the following year
He remembered them
"Hey mummy; this is where we saw
The Circus Beatles last time!"
He was so right!
We had to buy him a cassette player
For his 2nd birthday
We made him his own Beatles tape!
He took that cassette player everywhere!
Even to the sandpit!
Sorry to say: he killed a couple of Beatles tapes!
He had a little guitar; a present from 'Uncle' George
He would sit there; playing and singing to them on the telly!
So Cute!
As we always drove along
Michael Jackson, Roy Orbison!
Beatles, Bread and Abba too!
We all knew the words; sang along!
Little Michael said one day
"I want Happy Bears mummy!"
What could I say but:
"Happy Bears? Not any song I've heard!"
"Okay. Pretty Robin then!" He said!
"Oops! I don't know that one either!"
Finally, we found out; much later on!
"Happy Bears" was "I'll be there!"
By Michael Jackson
"Pretty Robin" was "Pretty Woman"
By Roy Orbison!
He knew what he wanted
But I just didn't understand!
We went to the Royal Adelaide Show
When Michael was 2 years old
We saw "The Fab Four" performing
He loved the show and bopped along!
Singing the words to every song!
We went to the Show again the following year
He remembered them
"Hey mummy; this is where we saw
The Circus Beatles last time!"
He was so right!
We had to buy him a cassette player
For his 2nd birthday
We made him his own Beatles tape!
He took that cassette player everywhere!
Even to the sandpit!
Sorry to say: he killed a couple of Beatles tapes!
He had a little guitar; a present from 'Uncle' George
He would sit there; playing and singing to them on the telly!
So Cute!
You own your own fate (10/11/11)
You own your own fate!
You choose how to operate
You can change your world
If only you co-operate
'Tis so easy to choose what's right!
You're given the choice
You're free to choose your fate!
I cut my finger to the bone
The tendon was severed
As was the nerve!
Now I had to make the choice
Now I had to choose my fate!
Will I listen to the Doctor's sage advice?
Will I be patient and allow healing to take place?
I choose my little finger's fate!
If I am patient; if I can wait?
In six weeks time
I'll have full movement back again!
Meanwhile; the splint is annoying
it is hard and hurts; holds me back!
My wrist is not allowed to move
My finger's only allowed to move so much!
Do I lose the strength in my wrist?
As my little finger recuperates?
Do I count this little finger as
Not worth the long, long wait?
I must weigh up the balance
I must test the scales and choose
What seems the better way for me?
Patience has never been my virtue
Patience has ever been my stumbling block!
Do I sacrifice this finger for my vanity's sake?
What is more important now?
Maybe in six weeks; too late!
Such a simple little problem!
Such a simple little choice!
But if my finger was separate?
If my finger had a voice?
What argument would echo?
Within my body over this simple choice?
Little finger: I want to be strong and supple!
Wrist: I don't want to lose my strength!
Little finger: I don't want to be a nuisance but
I don't want to feel useless!
Wrist: What do you really matter?
What do you really do?
Of yourself; you are nothing!
Only with your mates are you of any use!
Little finger: I am small and insignificant to you
But I am useful too!
Wrist: Okay; you do guide my hand in writing!
You do help me stay so straight!
So it is with our lives!
We make choices every day!
But do we really think it out?
When we have that drink
And then we drive
Do we really think about?
What might happen up the road?
Do we really consider?
That we are risking our own lives!
What about some-one else's?
Does that cross our mind?
What happens when it's already done?
Some-one's crying for their loss!
Did you even consider some-one else's life?
Now look at all the other things
That you have power over!
I choose to be happy and cheerful!
I choose to be miserable and glower!
I choose to be sensible whilst driving!
I choose to let my car have its power!
I choose to be the best I can!
I choose to ignore the rest and surrender
To my negative thoughts; so sour!
I choose to be diligent and hard-working!
I choose to sit and wallow in self-pity!
I choose to keep my body as my temple!
I don't care what goes in there!
I choose to keep my lungs clean and fresh!
I don't give a damn about my lungs or anyone elses!
The list goes on and on!
This is my body!
I have the choice!
I have the power!
I have a voice!
What will you choose?
You choose how to operate
You can change your world
If only you co-operate
'Tis so easy to choose what's right!
You're given the choice
You're free to choose your fate!
I cut my finger to the bone
The tendon was severed
As was the nerve!
Now I had to make the choice
Now I had to choose my fate!
Will I listen to the Doctor's sage advice?
Will I be patient and allow healing to take place?
I choose my little finger's fate!
If I am patient; if I can wait?
In six weeks time
I'll have full movement back again!
Meanwhile; the splint is annoying
it is hard and hurts; holds me back!
My wrist is not allowed to move
My finger's only allowed to move so much!
Do I lose the strength in my wrist?
As my little finger recuperates?
Do I count this little finger as
Not worth the long, long wait?
I must weigh up the balance
I must test the scales and choose
What seems the better way for me?
Patience has never been my virtue
Patience has ever been my stumbling block!
Do I sacrifice this finger for my vanity's sake?
What is more important now?
Maybe in six weeks; too late!
Such a simple little problem!
Such a simple little choice!
But if my finger was separate?
If my finger had a voice?
What argument would echo?
Within my body over this simple choice?
Little finger: I want to be strong and supple!
Wrist: I don't want to lose my strength!
Little finger: I don't want to be a nuisance but
I don't want to feel useless!
Wrist: What do you really matter?
What do you really do?
Of yourself; you are nothing!
Only with your mates are you of any use!
Little finger: I am small and insignificant to you
But I am useful too!
Wrist: Okay; you do guide my hand in writing!
You do help me stay so straight!
So it is with our lives!
We make choices every day!
But do we really think it out?
When we have that drink
And then we drive
Do we really think about?
What might happen up the road?
Do we really consider?
That we are risking our own lives!
What about some-one else's?
Does that cross our mind?
What happens when it's already done?
Some-one's crying for their loss!
Did you even consider some-one else's life?
Now look at all the other things
That you have power over!
I choose to be happy and cheerful!
I choose to be miserable and glower!
I choose to be sensible whilst driving!
I choose to let my car have its power!
I choose to be the best I can!
I choose to ignore the rest and surrender
To my negative thoughts; so sour!
I choose to be diligent and hard-working!
I choose to sit and wallow in self-pity!
I choose to keep my body as my temple!
I don't care what goes in there!
I choose to keep my lungs clean and fresh!
I don't give a damn about my lungs or anyone elses!
The list goes on and on!
This is my body!
I have the choice!
I have the power!
I have a voice!
What will you choose?
It's personal
Nothing can keep me away from my Lord!
The way the earth spins; silver moon floats by!
The myriad stars in the darkest night!
The Milky Way blazing across our Southern Cross
The magic of the dawning sun; rising in our azure sky
The beauty of our sunsets; the violet shades
That pale into pink daubed clouds!
My lord is everything and is everywhere!
The Lord God made them all!
He made us all and His promises endure!
It's personal! He is our Father!
He cares for us; we are made in His image!
How fearfully and wonderfully we are made!
How could any man make us; as perfectly as He?
The way the earth spins; silver moon floats by!
The myriad stars in the darkest night!
The Milky Way blazing across our Southern Cross
The magic of the dawning sun; rising in our azure sky
The beauty of our sunsets; the violet shades
That pale into pink daubed clouds!
My lord is everything and is everywhere!
The Lord God made them all!
He made us all and His promises endure!
It's personal! He is our Father!
He cares for us; we are made in His image!
How fearfully and wonderfully we are made!
How could any man make us; as perfectly as He?
When Jesus was a little child
When Jesus was a little child
He knew His father and He smiled
He lived a life; faithful and true
His heart He gave His Lord in love!
He was surrounded by angels from above!
He knew His father and He smiled
He lived a life; faithful and true
His heart He gave His Lord in love!
He was surrounded by angels from above!
Life is never simple
Life is never simple
Life is never "easy as"
'Tis Your armour that encircles
'Tis Your power that repels
All the wicked wiles of Satan
All the evil tide he leads
My dear Jesus is my saviour!
My dear Jesus is my shield!
Only He is my Saviour!
Only He; is my King!
His words; my protection!
His words; give me wings!
Truth will take longer
But it will win in the end
As long as He's my Saviour
I stand tall and never bend
Like mighty trees in a forest
We may sway with the wind
But like our dear Lord Jesus
We must sway; but never bend!
Life is never "easy as"
'Tis Your armour that encircles
'Tis Your power that repels
All the wicked wiles of Satan
All the evil tide he leads
My dear Jesus is my saviour!
My dear Jesus is my shield!
Only He is my Saviour!
Only He; is my King!
His words; my protection!
His words; give me wings!
Truth will take longer
But it will win in the end
As long as He's my Saviour
I stand tall and never bend
Like mighty trees in a forest
We may sway with the wind
But like our dear Lord Jesus
We must sway; but never bend!
Breaking out
Like a butterfly breaking out of its chrysalis
There is no such thing as coincidence
Without the struggle; there is no strength!
Without the friction; there is no gem
This is truth; without the lies; no alibis
Like a teenager; breaking out of innocence
Life's ups and downs; a necessity
We must all reach for our destiny
Hope for beauty; aim for grace!
It's what's inside that really counts!
Why should youth be wasted on the young?
Shouldn't wisdom be available to all?
Surely love's the most important thing!
Helping others; giving hugs
Building bridges over streams!
Living our dreams!
There is no such thing as coincidence
Without the struggle; there is no strength!
Without the friction; there is no gem
This is truth; without the lies; no alibis
Like a teenager; breaking out of innocence
Life's ups and downs; a necessity
We must all reach for our destiny
Hope for beauty; aim for grace!
It's what's inside that really counts!
Why should youth be wasted on the young?
Shouldn't wisdom be available to all?
Surely love's the most important thing!
Helping others; giving hugs
Building bridges over streams!
Living our dreams!
I shall not pass this way again
I am here today!
Who knows what tomorrow may bring?
What use to think of helping one
If I do nothing with that chance?
Now If I meet some stranger on the road
If I can help in any small way?
I will do it now!
For tomorrow I may not be here at all!
Tomorrow I will not have that chance I had today!
Tomorrow will bring its own new problems and its joys!
But now is the time I have at hand
Now is the gift I have to use!
Now is the present!
Now is the power!
Now is the time to love!
Now is the time to pass it forward!
By tomorrow today will be a yesterday
It will be gone and the chance to help
Gone with it!
Too late!
I expect to pass through this world but once.
Any good thing therefore that I can do,
Or any kindness that I can show to any fellow creature,
Let me not defer or neglect it for I shall not pass this way again!
Stephen Grellet (1773-1855)
Who knows what tomorrow may bring?
What use to think of helping one
If I do nothing with that chance?
Now If I meet some stranger on the road
If I can help in any small way?
I will do it now!
For tomorrow I may not be here at all!
Tomorrow I will not have that chance I had today!
Tomorrow will bring its own new problems and its joys!
But now is the time I have at hand
Now is the gift I have to use!
Now is the present!
Now is the power!
Now is the time to love!
Now is the time to pass it forward!
By tomorrow today will be a yesterday
It will be gone and the chance to help
Gone with it!
Too late!
I expect to pass through this world but once.
Any good thing therefore that I can do,
Or any kindness that I can show to any fellow creature,
Let me not defer or neglect it for I shall not pass this way again!
Stephen Grellet (1773-1855)
Joy! Joy! Joy!
Joy! Joy! Joy!
Let our voices sing!
Joy! Joy! Joy!
Hear the music ring!
Joy! Joy! Joy!
Angels here to bring!
Joy! Joy! Joy!
Let our voices sing!
Joy! Joy! Joy!
Hear the music ring!
Joy! Joy! Joy!
Angels here to bring!
Joy! Joy! Joy!
Entertaining an angel
Have you ever thought about this?
Entertaining an angel; what bliss!
But the whole thing; you must realize
Is that the angel; will be in disguise!
No great shining beautiful creature
All these attributes; nothing of these features
None of these will show; because
They would have us gawping; at a loss!
They may instead come in guises
Maybe as the poorest of street urchins!
With lots of dirty stubble on their chin
Or as a grumpy grandpa; fussing about!
Lost in transit; missed the bus!
Who knows what miracles could come
When you think about that poor old soul
Lost and crying; desperate for a little love!
How many angels have you helped?
Without knowing it; just by showing it!
Just by showing your love!
Entertaining an angel; what bliss!
But the whole thing; you must realize
Is that the angel; will be in disguise!
No great shining beautiful creature
All these attributes; nothing of these features
None of these will show; because
They would have us gawping; at a loss!
They may instead come in guises
Maybe as the poorest of street urchins!
With lots of dirty stubble on their chin
Or as a grumpy grandpa; fussing about!
Lost in transit; missed the bus!
Who knows what miracles could come
When you think about that poor old soul
Lost and crying; desperate for a little love!
How many angels have you helped?
Without knowing it; just by showing it!
Just by showing your love!
Why am I so upset?
Why am I so upset?
Why am I feeling low?
What did I expect?
What am I to Think?
I am less than nothing!
It is only with You, Lord!
That I am anything at all!
It is only through You, Lord
That I am here and alive!
It is only by Your hand, Lord
That I live and breathe!
It is only by Thy will, Lord
That I write these words!
You, Lord; are my inspiration!
You, Lord; are my guiding light!
You, Lord; are my heart and soul!
It is only for You, Lord
That I am willing to give my all!
Why am I feeling low?
What did I expect?
What am I to Think?
I am less than nothing!
It is only with You, Lord!
That I am anything at all!
It is only through You, Lord
That I am here and alive!
It is only by Your hand, Lord
That I live and breathe!
It is only by Thy will, Lord
That I write these words!
You, Lord; are my inspiration!
You, Lord; are my guiding light!
You, Lord; are my heart and soul!
It is only for You, Lord
That I am willing to give my all!
In these darkest hours
In these darkest hours:
Oh lord let me be a guiding light!
Let Thy light shine through my words!
Let Thy words speak through my tongue!
Lord use this weak and earthly body to do Thy will!
To be Thy light; shining strongly still!
Oh Lord, I am but am empty shell
Till Thy mighty power illuminate me!
Send Thy Godly showers down upon my brow
And extend Thy Godly powers
Through this lifeless cable
Let Thy power be my electricity
To light up this world for Thy soon return!
Amen
Oh lord let me be a guiding light!
Let Thy light shine through my words!
Let Thy words speak through my tongue!
Lord use this weak and earthly body to do Thy will!
To be Thy light; shining strongly still!
Oh Lord, I am but am empty shell
Till Thy mighty power illuminate me!
Send Thy Godly showers down upon my brow
And extend Thy Godly powers
Through this lifeless cable
Let Thy power be my electricity
To light up this world for Thy soon return!
Amen
Worrying (31/7/2012)
Worrying never gained anyone
Any peace at all
Only trusting in the Lord
Gives us faith to move!
Open up His book and see
Read those precious words
Listen to that little voice
Deep inside your soul
He is the One who leads
We just need to follow after Him
Where-ever His steps fall
Trust in the Lord
With all your heart
Lean not on your own understanding
Acknowledge Him
He shall direct your paths
Proverbs 3:5-6
Any peace at all
Only trusting in the Lord
Gives us faith to move!
Open up His book and see
Read those precious words
Listen to that little voice
Deep inside your soul
He is the One who leads
We just need to follow after Him
Where-ever His steps fall
Trust in the Lord
With all your heart
Lean not on your own understanding
Acknowledge Him
He shall direct your paths
Proverbs 3:5-6
Big Fish (25 July 2012)
The sun has set on another winter's day
The sky is darkening into a deeper grey
Clouds are floating high above us
In the never-ending atmosphere
The sun came out; all sparkling
For a little; during the day
Now; all is settling down
In the country and the town
Lights are shining; all display
People going home from work and play!
I'm waiting for our pizzas
Outside of Eagle Boys
Thinking of all the stresses!
Thinking of all the joys!
Dear Debbie; rest in peace
Dear Claire; please be strong
I'm sorry for your loss, love
I know she's gone too soon!
Alec's gone to Queensland
To be with Hugh; his son!
Grandma's in the hospital; just up the road!
She's better now; Thank you Lord
For lifting my load!
Two flags are flapping; gently in the breeze
River birds are calling; flying to their nests
God's dear creatures: in their feathered vests!
A giant fish; out of water
Upon a tilted building's side
Huge mouth agape; gulping up the tide!
River Murray; ever flowing onward
Into the darkest night
What a magnificent display
As she bends out of sight!
Sunday 16 September 2012
Not so perfect love
Once I thought I'd found my perfect love
We met; we danced; we talked all night
I gave my love to this sweet man
I thought I'd found my perfect match!
But then I found out how wrong I was
After he made sweet love to me all night long
He told me of his pregnant wife!
I cried and cried and sent him off
Couldn't even look upon his face;
He'd only brought me more disgrace
Oh break my heart and hurt me more
Couldn't he have told me of her; before!
We met; we danced; we talked all night
I gave my love to this sweet man
I thought I'd found my perfect match!
But then I found out how wrong I was
After he made sweet love to me all night long
He told me of his pregnant wife!
I cried and cried and sent him off
Couldn't even look upon his face;
He'd only brought me more disgrace
Oh break my heart and hurt me more
Couldn't he have told me of her; before!
Reflection
I look in the mirror
I don't like what I see
I don't like the wrinkles
I don't like the grey hairs
I don't really like me!
Is this reflection all that others see?
How can they know the real me?
The me; that lives inside this body?
The real person who; in this heart resides?
How can anyone really know me?
Unless they meet; and have known me?
The me; that I feel I am!
The misunderstood me!
The little voice inside; that is me!
The powerful; prayerful me!
The loving; mothering me!
The hopeful; positive me!
I don't like what I see
I don't like the wrinkles
I don't like the grey hairs
I don't really like me!
Is this reflection all that others see?
How can they know the real me?
The me; that lives inside this body?
The real person who; in this heart resides?
How can anyone really know me?
Unless they meet; and have known me?
The me; that I feel I am!
The misunderstood me!
The little voice inside; that is me!
The powerful; prayerful me!
The loving; mothering me!
The hopeful; positive me!
Little blue wren
A few years ago I was so scared
Felt like my whole life was bared
Couldn't cope with my life right then
Ran off and hid away from men
Outside; freedom beckoned
Outside was peace and stillness
Outside I hid my pain under a bush
Outside; I prayed for a little friend!
Someone to talk to; now and then
I sat under a swaying tree
Where I could hide and just be me!
My two little dogs joined my game
Where-ever I went; they came!
My dear Lord heard my prayers
I just didn't understand his reply!
My mind was full of pain; melancholy!
As I sat there; a little movement
Caught my eye; a tiny blue wren
Above me; perched and sang!
Found a friend to talk to now and then
Didn't know it then; her on-line name: Blue wren
Felt like my whole life was bared
Couldn't cope with my life right then
Ran off and hid away from men
Outside; freedom beckoned
Outside was peace and stillness
Outside I hid my pain under a bush
Outside; I prayed for a little friend!
Someone to talk to; now and then
I sat under a swaying tree
Where I could hide and just be me!
My two little dogs joined my game
Where-ever I went; they came!
My dear Lord heard my prayers
I just didn't understand his reply!
My mind was full of pain; melancholy!
As I sat there; a little movement
Caught my eye; a tiny blue wren
Above me; perched and sang!
Found a friend to talk to now and then
Didn't know it then; her on-line name: Blue wren
Martha; my sister (21/7/2010)
As little girls we gravitated together
There was no-one else; you see
Just you and me!
The boys were a pain!
It was you and me against
The whole wide world!
As little girls go
You were lonely; I know!
So together we faced life!
When you went away
I missed your company!
I missed your lovely smile!
I missed our tiffs and fights!
I missed everything we'd grown to be!
You; were my sister; you see!
Yes; just you and me
Climbing my favourite tree
Together we would
Make cubby houses and then
Take our precious time
Play-acting and pretend
Our fences we would mend
Mothers and babies we would be
Playing in my almond tree
My place of rest
My space; my hiding place
Together this we shared!
There was no-one else; you see
Just you and me!
The boys were a pain!
It was you and me against
The whole wide world!
As little girls go
You were lonely; I know!
So together we faced life!
When you went away
I missed your company!
I missed your lovely smile!
I missed our tiffs and fights!
I missed everything we'd grown to be!
You; were my sister; you see!
Yes; just you and me
Climbing my favourite tree
Together we would
Make cubby houses and then
Take our precious time
Play-acting and pretend
Our fences we would mend
Mothers and babies we would be
Playing in my almond tree
My place of rest
My space; my hiding place
Together this we shared!
Mt Crawford Pine Forest
A stand of poplars grows
Around a concrete base
A cairn made long ago
The plaque is missing now
Farther up the dirt road
The pine trees beckon
Call us into their dappled shade
The trees; so tall and slender
Planted by man in neat little rows
Pine cones, broken branches
Bits and pieces; everywhere!
The wind whispers through the boughs
Pale Winter sunlight filters through
Little birds flitting about; chirping
Even the Kookaburras singing out!
The Roos have been here; eating grass
Their leavings obvious along the trail!
As we stop and listen; breathing in
Fresh air; cool breeze; Winter sun
The forest is alive and yet so still!
Nothing stirs among the trees
Only their very tops; moving in the breeze!
We are trespassers here
We humans don't belong
Only God's creatures here abide
We are only welcome to camp a while
To stop and listen; maybe smile!
We feel the Lord's breath among the pines
And enjoy the blessing of a little exercise!
It feels like we are so alone
But civilization is just a "Cooee" away!
Aeroplanes fly by up above
Children calling out in play
Everyone enjoying the sunny winter day!
Around a concrete base
A cairn made long ago
The plaque is missing now
Farther up the dirt road
The pine trees beckon
Call us into their dappled shade
The trees; so tall and slender
Planted by man in neat little rows
Pine cones, broken branches
Bits and pieces; everywhere!
The wind whispers through the boughs
Pale Winter sunlight filters through
Little birds flitting about; chirping
Even the Kookaburras singing out!
The Roos have been here; eating grass
Their leavings obvious along the trail!
As we stop and listen; breathing in
Fresh air; cool breeze; Winter sun
The forest is alive and yet so still!
Nothing stirs among the trees
Only their very tops; moving in the breeze!
We are trespassers here
We humans don't belong
Only God's creatures here abide
We are only welcome to camp a while
To stop and listen; maybe smile!
We feel the Lord's breath among the pines
And enjoy the blessing of a little exercise!
It feels like we are so alone
But civilization is just a "Cooee" away!
Aeroplanes fly by up above
Children calling out in play
Everyone enjoying the sunny winter day!
14 Bullets / the Power of Love
Five seconds was all it took
14 bullets; hit the mark
Blood pouring from his veins
Panic; shock' pain set in; only
Thoughts of survival in his mind
How to get out of the way
Crawl to safety; escape the fire!
Slow down the heartbeat; stem the flow!
Slow down the breathing; don't panic now!
Think only of what you're leaving behind!
Can't cope with those thoughts;
Must live to fight another day!
Thoughts of family; the only way!
Body failing; legs gave way!
Coldness creeping; body shutting down
Keeping all for heart and soul!
Hands so numb; legs the same!
Have to save the lifeblood for the flame!
Brightest white light; all feeling gone!
Three hours later; saved by the guys
Ambulance; sirens; helicopter flight!
Slow down the breathing; don't panic now!
Think only of what you're leaving behind!
Can't cope with those thoughts;
Must live to fight another day!
Thoughts of family; the only way!
Body failing; legs gave way!
Coldness creeping; body shutting down
Keeping all for heart and soul!
Hands so numb; legs the same!
Have to save the lifeblood for the flame!
Brightest white light; all feeling gone!
Three hours later; saved by the guys
Ambulance; sirens; helicopter flight!
The Enchanted Garden
As a little child I felt so happy and free
Whilst I was visiting my friend's place!
Mum and dad were working there about
Picking fruit and helping out!
I was small enough to run and play!
I loved to watch the butterflies!
Huge Wanderers were everywhere
Alighting upon the Lantana's tiny flowers
All around that enchanted garden;
Right there; in front of my very eyes!
I got to play with Roslyn, Jenny and Nancy
It was their precious home I fancied for my own!
They had a huge veranda; there we played
Near the orange trees!
I can still picture it in my mind:
The sprinklers beating out their tattoo
Upon those leaves; in those shadows!
All these pictures in the back of my mind
Precious memories there; I find!
Whilst I was visiting my friend's place!
Mum and dad were working there about
Picking fruit and helping out!
I was small enough to run and play!
I loved to watch the butterflies!
Huge Wanderers were everywhere
Alighting upon the Lantana's tiny flowers
All around that enchanted garden;
Right there; in front of my very eyes!
I got to play with Roslyn, Jenny and Nancy
It was their precious home I fancied for my own!
They had a huge veranda; there we played
Near the orange trees!
I can still picture it in my mind:
The sprinklers beating out their tattoo
Upon those leaves; in those shadows!
All these pictures in the back of my mind
Precious memories there; I find!
Time Bank
If you had a bank account with
A new deposit of $86,400 every day
But no balance carried over to the next
You would feel very vexed
If you wasted even a tiny cent!
No cash kept in that account and
Each night it cancelled out
What you had not spent!
What would you do?
Take out every cent of course!
We each have this special bank account!
It is called TIME!
Every morning we are given 86,400 seconds
Every night it rules as lost
Whatever we have failed to invest!
To every good purpose!
No balance carried over!
No overdrafts!
No loans or interest!
No going back!
No drawing on tomorrow!
Invest your seconds so that they
Will give you the utmost value!
A new deposit of $86,400 every day
But no balance carried over to the next
You would feel very vexed
If you wasted even a tiny cent!
No cash kept in that account and
Each night it cancelled out
What you had not spent!
What would you do?
Take out every cent of course!
We each have this special bank account!
It is called TIME!
Every morning we are given 86,400 seconds
Every night it rules as lost
Whatever we have failed to invest!
To every good purpose!
No balance carried over!
No overdrafts!
No loans or interest!
No going back!
No drawing on tomorrow!
Invest your seconds so that they
Will give you the utmost value!
Wednesday 12 September 2012
Bopping with my baby
It's cold and wet outside
We're waiting in the car
He's twisting all the knobs
Pushing all the buttons!
He pushes in the cassette
Then we're bopping away to
"Wings at the speed of sound"
Sir Paul is singing
Along with Linda and Denny Laine
What a way to spend the time
As we're waiting in the rain!
Walking on Eggshells
Walking on eggshells; trying to keep the peace
Living in fear; terrified of waking the beast!
Nowhere to hide; no safety to be had
He follows where ever you try to go
Madness in his eyes; enough to terrorise
Outside is freedom; far from the madding crowd
So many fears and doubts; crowded in my head
What to do? Where to go? How to cope?
One minute he loves me; the next he hates my guts
One minute he says go ; but will not let me leave!
Running to the car; heart pounding in my chest!
Can we get away? Escape this fearful place?
Too late!
Living in fear; terrified of waking the beast!
Nowhere to hide; no safety to be had
He follows where ever you try to go
Madness in his eyes; enough to terrorise
Outside is freedom; far from the madding crowd
So many fears and doubts; crowded in my head
What to do? Where to go? How to cope?
One minute he loves me; the next he hates my guts
One minute he says go ; but will not let me leave!
Running to the car; heart pounding in my chest!
Can we get away? Escape this fearful place?
Too late!
Eddie Maguire
Oh Eddie Maguire
The man I desire
To meet!
I long to lay
My plans!
At your feet!
Give me a million
And I'll donate
A hundred grand
Just as planned
For my dear Lord's work!
The man I desire
To meet!
I long to lay
My plans!
At your feet!
Give me a million
And I'll donate
A hundred grand
Just as planned
For my dear Lord's work!
Sherbert at The Arkaba Hotel
The Arkaba Hotel was the place to go
To hear the groups in the news
Saw Sherbert there many years ago
Watched the guys walk in
Those bright; bright lights shone on
Their curly hair and disco clothes!
Upstairs in that music-filled Disco!
We danced and danced all night long!
When I was young!
To hear the groups in the news
Saw Sherbert there many years ago
Watched the guys walk in
Those bright; bright lights shone on
Their curly hair and disco clothes!
Upstairs in that music-filled Disco!
We danced and danced all night long!
When I was young!
The Old Lion Hotel
Many long, long years ago
When I was young and lonely
I often made my way to Melbourne Street
In North Adelaide; my dearest city
The Old Lion Hotel was the place
To dance away the whole darn night
To meet your friends or make new ones!
That's what I did all those years ago!
When nearly every hotel had a great Disco!
I danced to all my favourite songs
I even tried to have some fun!
Though I was too shy to make first moves
I just stood around and waited
To find someone to dance with me
As I tapped my foot and held my drink
Hoping someone would pity me
And take me out onto that huge dance floor
Where my inhibitions would be released
And let me dance the night away!
Here I met a friend one night
We talked of his sad fate!
He'd crashed his car the other week
Now in his glass he drowned his sorrows!
We walked into the city later on
Hindley Street was the place to go
To have that coffee and a snack
At the Desert Sands coffee house
Upstairs; above the crowded street
Where we relaxed a while
Before we said goodnight
When I was young and lonely
I often made my way to Melbourne Street
In North Adelaide; my dearest city
The Old Lion Hotel was the place
To dance away the whole darn night
To meet your friends or make new ones!
That's what I did all those years ago!
When nearly every hotel had a great Disco!
I danced to all my favourite songs
I even tried to have some fun!
Though I was too shy to make first moves
I just stood around and waited
To find someone to dance with me
As I tapped my foot and held my drink
Hoping someone would pity me
And take me out onto that huge dance floor
Where my inhibitions would be released
And let me dance the night away!
Here I met a friend one night
We talked of his sad fate!
He'd crashed his car the other week
Now in his glass he drowned his sorrows!
We walked into the city later on
Hindley Street was the place to go
To have that coffee and a snack
At the Desert Sands coffee house
Upstairs; above the crowded street
Where we relaxed a while
Before we said goodnight
Take Time
Take time to THINK
It is the source of great power!
Take time to PLAY
It is the secret of perpetual youth!
Take time to READ
It is the fountain of wisdom!
Take time to PRAY
It is the greatest power on earth!
Take time to LOVE and BE LOVED
It is a God-given privilege!
Take time to BE FRIENDLY
It is the road to happiness!
Take time to LAUGH
It is the music of the soul!
Take time to GIVE
It is too short a day to be selfish!
Take time to WORK
It is the price of success!
Take time to do CHARITY
It is the key to heaven!
I found this beautiful verse; framed;
In an Op-Shop and just had to share it!
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