THE HARVEST

There is a law, I see it all around.
In every plant, that's growing in the ground,
And every child, this simple law has known,
That you shall reap - reap what you have sown.

On that great day - that final harvest day.
When each alone - shall stand before the throne,
And only then - the faithful will be known
When we shall reap - reap what we have sown.

The heart of man is like a garden rare,
With plants both good - and evil growing there.
Yet oh so few this simple fact have known,
That in our lives - we reap what we have sown.

Come plant the truth of Christ within your heart,
His ageless life, to you He will impart.
And mortal man no greater truth has known,
Eternal life: we shall reap what He has sown!   DBL

GOLDEN GRAIN

Oh watch the ruthless farmer plough his land.
Oh hear the broken clods complain in vain,
Come see the pointed fork within his hand,
"Is he by any chance the enemy of the grain?"

The priceless seeds of truth are falling fast.
In some those seeds will not be sown in vain.
For when the Angel blows his final blast,
God's eternal field will blaze with golden grain!   DBL

THE PRISONER

A prisoner lay within a gloomy cell,
All dark and barred inside his iron hell
When lo! a voice, it rang above his head
And to his Spirit, broken - almost dead
A still small voice, it spoke of freedom - Free!
If only he would rise and turn the key

His eyes they wandered to the prison door,
And sure enough within the gloom he saw,
A Little Key - 'twould be an easy thing to try
What would he lose - left here alone to die?
No sooner had his mind let go the thought,
His key the hand had turned - and freedom wrought.

Oh LORD - the world is full of prison cells,
And millions lie within their private hells.
The Key of Faith is hanging on the door,
Speak to their souls, the remedy once more.
Let your still voice be heard above the din
To set them free from prison bars of SIN. DBL

TEAM WORK

It's all very well to have courage and skill
And it's fine to be counted a star,
But the single deed with its touch of thrill
Doesn't tell the man you are;
For there's no lone hand in the game we play,
We must work to a bigger scheme,
And the thing that counts in the world to-day
Is, How do you pull with the team?

They may sound your praise and call you great,
They may single you out for fame,
But you must work with your running mate
Or you'll never win the game;
Oh, never the work of life is done
By the man with a selfish dream,
For the battle is lost or the battle is won
By the spirit of the team.

You may think it fine to be praised for skill,
But a greater thing to do
Is to set your mind and set your will
On the goal that's just in view;
It's helping your fellowman to score
When his chances hopeless seem;
Its forgetting self till the game is o're
And fighting for the team

THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD

When I first joined the church of God like you have done.
I waited for someone to lead - some older one.
The years rolled by - one, two and three,
This truth then I could plainly see
Older folks for youth like me - were waiting patiently

I've read of men in ages past who got things done
And everyone from first to last - yes every one
Had started out in some small way,
And laboured on from day to day
Men I could plainly see, were men like you and me

The harvest of the world is ripe - and overdue.
And there are countless souls around waiting for you.
Don't wait for all the church to stand,
Before you lend your reaping hand,
The Master started all alone - so why don't you?

You are the Light of the World!
Others are looking your way.
Jesus is waiting to lead you and guide you,
Go work in God's vineyard today.

MY COVENANT WITH GOD

Almighty YAHWEH, Creator of heaven's mighty vault.
Redeemer of mankind, whose life no one can fault.
I have but one request in prayer of thee to make,
And I am sure you'll grant it because of Jesus sake.

Even though my heart is all aglow with joyful, ransomed song,
And well I know that to thee Lord I ever will belong,
Yet in my inner heart and mind I am well aware,
That something indispensable is really lacking there.

It isn't fame or knowledge that I longingly desire,
Nor is it mighty works oh God or tongues of living fire.
If in secret I have yearned for awe inspiring power,
Forgive me gracious Lord as I pray this eving hour.

One pure gift alone I seek and it comes from thee above.
That Thou wilt now create in me a holy heart of love,
Love that is obedient to thy eternal law,
Love to do Thy perfect will and do it evermore.

Oh gracious Lord and Father let my prayer rise up to thee.
Accept it as legal writ for angel hosts to see,
A document sealed with my oath, and written by my hand,
May it for endless ages Lord betwixt us ever stand.

Full permission gracious Lord, I've signed away to thee,
To start a new creative work afresh today in me,
Content I'll rest for certain when I have reached my goal,
To see Thy Holy Law inscribed on the tablets of my soul!     DBL

MY GOAL

There was a time I lavished praise on muscle power and strength.
Then intellect held me enthralled for many years at length.
Later still a godly man with virtue as his goal.
Would draw from me a flood of praise from deep within my soul.

But now my heart is lifted high for power no one sees,
The power of God so freely given to prophets on their knees.
For Daniel's eyes to see events in the days that lie ahead.
Elijah's power, that mighty power to even raise the dead.

From all the myriad, pratting tongues and a hundred different views
From all the might of arm and mind I think I would still choose
To hold my praise for righteous men with Yahweh's Holy Power!
Deep within my soul I know I'm near that great climatic hour.

DANIEL 12 VERSE 10

The other day whilst reading through the pages of God's Book,
I saw a verse that drew my eyes to have another look,
They were the words of a mighty angel, nor were they idly said,
A priceless clue to hidden truth lay in the words I read.

"The wicked will do wickedly, none of them will understand,"
Or grasp the truth of the vision of the future God has planned,
"But the wise will be purified" and as from sin they turn,
Their minds will fathom complex truths, which only they can learn.

Just pause and reconsider the message of that clue,
That real wisdom only comes from God to me and you,
When we put away the evil we secrectly adore,
Tis only then we'll know the truth and understand it more.

Yes ignorance and wickedness, they travel hand in hand,
"The wicked will do wickedly, they'll never understand,"
But the wise they will be purified, "purified to know,"
The times and purpose of God's plan, that He's working out below!

THE TONGUE

Balanced like a priceless spinning wheel
The feelings of a man inside his soul doth reel.
So keep respectfully some distance apart
And never crudely shock another person's heart.

Indeed don't get too familiar with anyone you know,
For senseless jests have often turned a friend into a foe.
What to you may be some amusing joke,
Could well upset a host of other folk.

So keep you language clean and don't offend
Remember your little tongue can make or break your friend.
Flippant idle words, who can control the tide
They start a flowing all unseen inside.

And remember when all is said and done below
The true worth of a man will only show
Not so much by what he had to say
But how he lived his life from day to day!

WATCH AND PRAY

The watch upon my Father's Hand - is there for all to see.
Revolving on a million gems twill last eternity.
It tells me when the day is done, the months, the years that fly.
But more than this it blazes forth its message in the sky.
Watch and pray! - Watch and pray! - Watch and pray!

Though men will synchronize with stars, and flourish watches grand
Few can tell the real time upon my Father's Hand.
Go out of town on some clear night, and turn your head His way
Father's watch is telling you - My child tis time to pray.
Watch and pray! - Watch and pray! - Watch and pray!

A great alarm is soon to ring upon the shores of space.
And every eye will upward look upon my Father's Face.
The sun will veil its face in black, the moon will glow like blood.
And men will run to trembling hills, just like at Noah's flood.
Watch and pray! - Watch and pray! - Watch and pray!

THE MARKETS CRASH

Look, I see the market crumble
Watch the index slide and fall
Rich and poor alike will tumble
When the crash comes to us all.

Like to ancient Egypt's idols
Men to greed their souls have sold
Horses all with broken bridles
Charging to their graves of gold.

Shock waves on the sea of finance
Speeding round the world's great shore
Dow and Jones will lead the hi-dance
Then to crash upon the floor.

Worshippers of gleaming metal
Little men with giant greed
Soon God's Hand on you will settle
Then you'll feel your real need.

Man all hypnotized with getting
Can you tell the real cost
When the profits you are selling
Are all gone? - And you are lost!

NEBUCHADNEZZER'S NIGHTMARE

In his dream he saw a giant there.
With head of gold, and breast all silverware.
His belly bronze and legs of iron clay.
This metal man, just where did he belong?

His feet and toes a funny mixture they.
Part of iron and part of miry clay.
Yet down he fell, to stone, he lost the war.
Each rattling joint, blown from the threshing floor.

I'm waiting for the stone to strike
I'm waiting for the stone to strike
The Kingdom of God will soon be here
I'm waiting for the stone to strike.

No human hand, hurled the stone His way.
It struck the feet of iron and of clay.
Babel, Persia, Greece and Rome all fell.
The stone filled earth, and all the heaven as well.

Christ is the stone   -   the The Eternal Rock!
Oh let the unbeliever mock.
The day is near - twill be my bliss.
To see HIM strike - for HE cannot miss.

THE BEAST OF REVELATION

No one should mistake the Beast, for when he does appear
These major points he will fulfill, the Bible makes it clear.
The ABYSS will be opened - and from its dungeon depth
The angel king is wakened - where he for ages slept.

With demon hosts he will ascend, like diabolic smoke
To blaspheme God and govern - earth's disbelieving folk.
In God's Temple he will sit, and the world will bow the knee
To its deluded hosts he'll say, "There is no God but me!"

Great wonders will his hand perform; the world will stand aghast.
And yet his reign is very short, and cometh very fast
Two and forty months 'twill be, the prophecy is true
All the world will worship him, except God's chosen few.

Then the armies of the universe, will join in holy war.
And Christ will win the victory, for God's eternal law.
Gazed upon by Heaven's host, the Beast will then be cast
Into a lake of blazing fire, to breath his very last!

WHO'S TO BLAME?

Everone's asking this question today
Millions are wanting to know
"Where is the God of all Heaven," they say
"And why are we suffering so
There's trouble at home and abroad
Where oh where is the Lord?"

Traffic was heavy, the lights were at red
He knew he should stop - but no!
Playing with chance - on he had sped
Now he is broken and dead
He would not have died on the road
Had he followed the highway code.

Thou shalt not kill and thou shalt not steal,
Or take another man's wife
Yet drunken with guilt our earth seems to reel
Lustful - yet weary with strife
In the home and the field there is war
For man has rejected God's Law!

Everyone's asking the question today
Millions are wanting to know
"Where is the God of all Heaven," they say
"And why are we suffering so
There's trouble at home and abroad
Where? Oh where is the Lord?

THE DAY OF JUDGMENT

Oh that fire! before whose face
Heav'n and earth shall find no peace.
O those eye's whose angry light
Must be the day of that dread night.

O that trump! whose blast shall run
An even round with the circle sun,
And urge the murmuring graves to bring
Pale mankind forth to meet his King!

Horror of nature, hell and death!
When a deep groan from beneath
Shall cry, we come, we come, and all
The caves of night answer one call.

O that Book whose leaves so bright
Will set the world in severe light.
O that Judge! whose hand, whose eye
None can endure, yet none can fly.

Ah, then poor soul! what wilt thou say,
And to what patron choose to pray,
When stars themselves shall stagger, and
The most firm foot no more can stand?

But Thou givest leave, dread Lord! that we
Take shelter from Thyself in Thee;
And with the wings of Thine own dove
Fly to Thy sceptre of soft love.

Shall, all that labour, all that cost
Of love, and even that loss, be lost?
And this loved soul judged worth no less
Than all that way and weariness?

Just mercy, my Judge, mercy! I cry
With blushing cheek and bleeding eye,
The conscious colors of my sin
Are red without, and pale within.

If sin can sigh, Love can forgive;
Oh, say the word, my soul shall live.
My Hope, My Fear, My Judge, My Friend,
Take charge of me and my end.

SEEKING THE LOST

Seeking the lost, yes, kindly entreating
Wanderer's on the mountain astray;
"Come unto ME," His message repeating,
Words of the Master speaking today.

Going afar, going afar Upon the mountain,
Bringing the wanderer back again,
Into the fold, Of my Redeemer,
Jesus the Lamb for sinners slain.

Seeking the lost and pointing to Jesus
Souls that are weak and hearts that are sore,
Leading them forth in ways of salvation,
Showing the path to life evermore.

Going afar, going afar Upon the mountain,
Bringing the wanderer back again,
Into the fold, Of my Redeemer,
Jesus the Lamb for sinners slain.

Thus would I go on missions of mercy,
Following Christ from day unto day,
Cheering the faint and raising the fallen,
Pointing the lost to Jesus, the Way.

Going afar, going afar Upon the mountain,
Bringing the wanderer back again,
Into the fold, Of my Redeemer,
Jesus the Lamb for sinners slain.

AFRAID? OF WHAT?

Afraid? Of What?
To feel the spirits glad release?
To pass from pain to perfect peace,
The strife and strain of life to cease?
Afraid? Of What?

Afraid? Of What?
Afraid to see the Saviour's face,
To hear His welcome, and to trace
The glory gleam from wounds of grace?
Afraid? Of What?

Afraid? Of What?
A flash, a crash, a pierced heart -
Darkness - Light - O heaven's art!
A wound of His a counterpart!
Afraid? Of What?

Afraid? Of What?
To enter into heaven's rest
And yet to serve the Master blest,
From service good to service best?
Afraid? Of What?

Afraid? Of What?
To do by death what life could not -
Baptize with blood a stony plot,
Till souls shall blossom from the spot!
Afraid? Of What?

FAITH AND DOUBT

Faith and doubt are deadly foes
When one arrives the other goes
Peace and joy with faith abide
But doubt has turmoil on his side!

Now faith and joy don't always win
In fact it's doubt that's now right in
We've lost the round, but not the fight
For joy will prove - that faith was right!

Just stand back there, and view your life
And if it's filled with fear and strife
Why then to faith you've said goodbye
And you'll not be happy though you try!

Nor should you scoff at what I say
Though folks will do that anyway
But someday soon we all will see
That faith brings joy eternally!

Yes, faith brings joy today and tomorrow
But the days of doubt are filled with sorrow.
And to each heart where faith did reign
He'll grant eternal life yet once again!

HIS DAY

When hopes are burned and smoke and ash remains
When rusting goods have dwindled all our gains
When whispering tongues have had their final say
Then we shall see HIM on HIS day.

When every brag has voiced his tinny worth
And every fool that walks this cursed earth
Has said his part and scrubbed God from the sky
Then shall HIS day draw nigh.

Then the ONE who hangs the stars in space
Will pour HIS wrath upon the human race,
And when I think - my soul I fill with fear,
For who shall stand when that great day draws near?

When mountains reel and islands sink away
When blood and fire fall in a single day,
Then every tongue which blasphemy did voice
Will silent be, by its own idiot choice.

And then in splendour new to every age
God's mighty arm will turn another page.
And to each heart where faith did reign
He'll grant eternal life yet once again.

And from the loaf of Truth were I to break one crust
And press it to your mouth before I turn to dust
I'd choose this line "FEAR GOD & HE WILL BE WITH YOU"
I hope that promise will mean much to you!

For in my bones I feel that day is near
The eye of faith can see it crystal clear
So let the mountains reel and let the heavens fall,
Come let us stand by faith, yes one and all.

THE BOOKS OF MEN

I've been into the libraries of cities great and small
Seen books in vast collections, stacked high against the wall
Treatise on every subject, illustrated too
Instruction logs and manuals, ancient books and new.

Mankind is ever learning, a thirsting after knowledge
From primary to high school and then right on through college
What a sad and age old problem, this hunger of the ages
Men trying to satisfy their souls, by reading printed pages.

Way back at the creation 'TO LIFE' God marked the way
But Oh! the tragic blunder that Adam made that day
For he chose the Tree of knowledge and of its fruit he ate
And death has plagued the human race right back from that date.

Oh! you sons of Adam whenever will you learn
That your knowledge counts for nothing, if God's way you choose to spurn
All your books of learning on which your wealth you spend
Are tottering Towers of Babel which will kill you in the end.

But if its Life you're really after, then go to God in prayer
In the garden of your conscience you'll find Him waiting there
Then His Holy Spirit will lead you to life's true portals
And you'll turn your back forever on the writings of mere mortals.

THE WINTER TREE

It stood there dripping wet in silent grace
With all its beauty stripped from off its face
Its arms held up, as though in silent prayer
Of me I'm certain it was unaware.

The winter mists swirled o'er its ageing head
To all the world its form looked almost dead
Yet with eternal patience, there it stood
With all the others in the winter wood.

Waiting for the sun to change its form
Waiting for the warmth of summer born
For the song of bird on leafy bough
Waiting to be clothed by God somehow.

We are all like trees in winter clime
And for the Son of God, this is waiting time
And when God's Son returns, what a change 'twill be
A change for all with faith - for YOU and ME!

Waiting for God's Son to change our form
Waiting for the King to calm the storm
Waiting - like every winter tree
Waiting till God's firstborn Son we see.

THE BABYLONIAN HARLOT

Watch her sit astride the Ten Horned Beast of Scarlet
The mother of all vice, the Babylonian harlot
Hear her proudly boast with golden cup held high
"I sit a Queen and never shall I die"

Drunk with the blood of saints and believers true
Now - she has her wicked eye focused upon you!
Either you join her in her loathsome bed,
Or face the vicious wrath that left the martyrs dead.

Strange is the allurement of her subtle grace
Almost has she seduced the entire human race
Captives of the flesh, all hungering for gold
Trapped are the millions who their souls have sold.

So be on your guard against this brazen whore
By faithfully obeying Yahweh's eternal law
And soon you shall see the ten-horned beast of scarlet
Throw off - and rend - this Babylonian Harlot!

BECAUSE YOU PRAYED

BECAUSE YOU PRAYED ...

God touched our weary bodies with His power,
And gave us strength for many a trying hour
In which we might have faltered, had not you,
Our intercessors, faithful been and true.

BECAUSE YOU PRAYED ...

God touched our eager fingers with His skill,
Enabling us to do His blessed will
With scalpel, suture, bandage; better still
He healed the sick, the wounded, cured all ill.

BECAUSE YOU PRAYED ...

God touched our lips with coals from alter fire.
Gave Spirit fullness, and did so inspire
That when we spoke, sin - blinded souls did see;
Sin chains were broken; captives were made free.

BECAUSE YOU PRAYED ...

The "dwellers in the dark" have found the Light.
The glad Good News has banished heathen night.
The message of the cross so long delayed
Has brought them life at last - because you prayed.

AT EVENING TIME IT SHALL BE LIGHT

Pause, Christian pilgrim, journeying on
Through life's long day of toil and pain;
Here is a staff to lean upon,
And rest thy trembling, wearied frame;
'Twill prove thy comfort, thy delight -
"At evening time it shall be light."

Thy morning may be overcast
Clouds may obscure the brightest sky;
The gathering storm may burst at last -
But, Oh! take courage, God is nigh;
His promise puts all fears to flight -
"At evening time it shall be light."

No mid-day's sun may gild thy path,
To cheer thee in thy journeying home;
Yet still rely on precious faith
In Jesus Christ, and Him alone.
Then is His promise thy delight -
"At evening time it shall be light."

Now thou art near thy journey's end;
A few more hours thy labor's done;
Oh! tarry not; ere long thou'lt find
The battle fought, the victory won;
Christian, thy prospects then are bright -
"At evening time it shall be light."

Dread not the valley thou must pass;
Fear not, the conflict soon is o'er;
Trust Him, He's faithful to the last,
He'll lead thee to the happy shore;
And thou shalt find, O welcome sight!
"At evening time it shall be light."

WHEN THE MISTS HAVE ROLLED AWAY

When the mists have rolled in splender
From the beauty of the hills,
And the sunshine falls in gladness
On the river and the rills,
We recall our Father's promise
In the rainbow of the spray:
We shall know each other better
When the mists have rolled away.

We shall come with joy and gladness,
We shall gather round the throne;
Face to face with those that love us,
We shall know as we are known:
And the song of our redemption
Shall resound through endless day
When the shadows have departed,
When the mists have rolled away.

UNIVERSITY OF GOD

To have respect for GOD - is lesson number ONE!
Then to know His will is the SECOND lesson done,
To obey His law is number THREE
How far have you gone in God's University?

You may fill your mind with a million facts or more
You may have degrees in SCIENCE ART or LAW
But when it comes to life - You could be a fool
Then it's time my friend to go right back to school

You may have your wealth to feast your eyes upon.
You may have your health, but that may soon be gone.
You were put on earth to learn life's A-B-C's
How far have you gone in GOD'S UNIVERSITY?

MATTHEW 24

A warning song oh let this be
A song based on a prophecy.
A song of WAR - and much much more,
So says MATTHEW 24!

A protest song this cannot be,
Songs like that are NOT for me!
A FAMINE song - and much much more,
So says MATTHEW 24!

Days of peace I cannot see
My song is stark reality.
DISEASE will spread - and much much more,
So says MATTHEW 24!

Earthquake and drought and raging flood
Rising crime and flowing blood,
And DOUBT will knock on every door
So says MATTHEW 24!

But before you loose all heart
If in your life FAITH has a part,
"ETERNAL LIFE"! you'll have for sure,
So says MATTHEW 24!

THE KITE

Once upon a time a paper kite
Was mounted to a wonderous height,
Where, giddy with its elevation,
It thus express'd self-admiration:
"See how yon crouds of gazing people
Admire my flight above the earth;
How would they wonder if they knew
All that a kite like me can do!

Were I but free, I'd take flight,
And pierce the clouds beyond their sight,
But, ah! like a poor pris'ner bound,
My string confines me near the ground;
I'd brave the eagle's tow'ring wing,
Might I but fly without a string."
It tugg'd and pull'd, while thus it spoke,

To break the string - at last it broke,
Depriv'd at once of all its stay,
In vain it try'd to soar away;
Unable its own weight to bear,
It flutter'd downward through the air;
Unable its own course to guide,
The winds soon plung'd it in the tide,
Ah! foolish kite, thou hadst no wing,

How could'st thou fly without a string!
My heart reply'd, "O Lord, I see
How much this kite resembles me!
Forgetful that by thee I stand,
Impatient of thy ruling hand;
How oft I've wish'd to break the lines
Thy wisdom for my lot assigns?
How oft indulg'd a vain desire
For something more, or something high'r?
And, but for grace and love divine,
A fall thus dreadful had been mine."

I CANNOT TELL

I cannot tell why he whom angels worship,
Should set His love upon the sons of men,
Or why as shepherd, He should seek the wanderers,
To bring them back, I know not how or when.
But this I know, that He was born of Mary,
That Bethlehem's manger was His only home,
And that He lived in Nazareth and laboured,
And so the Saviour, Saviour of the world is born.

I cannot tell how silently He suffered
As with his peace He graced this place of tears
Or how upon the cross his heart was broken,
The crown of pain to three and thirty years.
But this I know He heals the broken hearted,
He stays our sin, and calms our lurking fears,
He lifts the burden from the heavy laden,
And yet the Saviour, Saviour of the world is here.

I cannot tell how He will win the nations,
How He will claim His earthly heritage
How satisfy the needs and aspiration
Of East and West, of sinners and of sage.
But this I know, all flesh shall see His glory
And He shall reap the harvest He has sown,
And some glad day the sun shall shine in splendour
When he the Saviour, Saviour of the world is known.

I cannot tell how all the lands will worship,
When at His bidding every storm is stilled,
Or who can say how great the jubilation,
When all the hearts of men with love are filled.
But this I know, the skies will thrill with rapture,
And myriad, myriad human voices sing,
And earth to heaven, and heaven to earth will answer,
At last the Saviour, Saviour of the world is King.

I WILL PRESS ON

There is a goal before me set,
Which I have not attained as yet -
But by His grace I trust to reach
And live the life His Word does teach.
Henceforth, I will press on.

How shall His will be fully known
Except through His dear Word alone?
I'll read, and read, and read again
Until the Spirit makes it plain -
I must - I will press on.

"Set heart and mind on things above,"
Is written in His Word of love.
Lord, make it true in every realm,
Be thou the Captain at the helm.
I will! - I will press on!

LIVING CLAY

I took a piece of living clay
And gently formed it day by day,
And molded with my power and art
A young child's soft and yielding heart.

I came again when years had done;
It was the man I looked upon;
He still that early impress bore,
And I could change him nevermore.

FIERCE WAS THE WILD BILLOW

Fierce was the wild billow, Dark was the night,
Oars laboured heavily, Foam glimmered white;
Mariners trembled, Peril was nigh -
Then said the LORD of Hope: "Peace! It is I."

Ridge of the mountain-wave, Lower thy crest!
Wail of the stormy wind, Be thou at rest!
Peril can none be, Sorrow must fly,
When, saith the Light of Light: "Peace! It is I."

Jesus! Deliverer! Come thou to me!
Soothe Thou my voyaging Over life's sea!
Thou, when the storm of death Roars, sweeping by,
Whisper, O Truth of Truth! "Peace! It is I."

PRAYER TO THE LAMB OF GOD

Unblemished Lamb, I look to thee,
Thou who was made sin for me.
In faith I look; by faith I know
That when thy wounds began to flow,
It was for every soul of man
That ever lived since earth began.
Though God hath laid on thee my sin,
O Jesus, Thou didst take me in!

Unspotted Lamb, I look and cry,
That when thou camest here to die,
There was no man that pitied thee;
No man to share thy misery.
And in Thy cross-hung hours of pain,
Till temple veil was rent in twain,
Thy Father's face was shut away
To mark the world's Atonement Day.

Eternal Lamb, I look; till peace
And joy with heaven's rich increase
Make gald my soul to follow Thee.
The fountain of Thy agony,
Though opened in the vale of death,
And nourished with Thy dying breath,
Imparts to me Thy life divine.
I look in faith; and I am Thine!

THE GARLIC PRESS

Never look upon life's pressures as an unwelcome foe.
It's a pressure that releases the very best where'er you go.
Without it, there would be no milk & honey, no perfume & no wine.
It's pressure that is needed, yes pressure every time.

In the average household you'll find pressure plays a part.
In cookers, washers, boilers, and cleaners for a start.
Pressure identifies true friends, even taste buds will confess
That's why we unanimously voted for this little Garlic Press.

But don't buckle under pressure, for it brings out the very best.
Pressure is a real friend, not a troublesome pest.
Five short years have come and gone, but many more will you see.
Blissful years, led by Yahweh's hand - through all eternity!

THE GARDEN SPADE

Of all the countless tools mankind has ever made
I somehow think the greatest is the common garden spade
The humble spade which aided by man's skill
Provided food, without the need to maim and kill.

Unlike the bow, the wheel, the pen, the knife
The spade is never ever used to further strife.
Besides its priceless gift of health to man and sod
The Garden spade will draw you nearer God.

Think of the wealth that came to users of the spade
As they uncovered coal and metal, diamonds and jade.
Pause and try to comprehend its ageless worth
To treasure seekers all around the earth.

Like some rare tuning fork in life's orchestral show
The spade brings beauty. health and harmony below.
Yes, of all the tools mankind has every made
The greatest is the common garden spade.