ATHEIST

The God you could never believe in was there,

saw your struggle, joy, despair,

and then you met, face to face,

somewhere on the edge of space.

Fast track forward, freeze then back,

the teaching starts way down the track.

While some would have you burn in hell,

the meaning of it all he'd tell.

Surfing through another dimension,

free from earthly ties and tension,

star child seek your final place,

carried in the Saviour's grace.

John 14 - 13 - 14

The Lord said "whatever you ask in My name, that I will do,

so I stood in the gap and asked Him to save you.

Talitha Hills

2003

JEREMIAH 31 - 34

No more shall every man teach his neighbour, and every man his brother, saying "Know the Lord",

for they all shall know Me, from the least of them to the greatest of them, says the Lord.   For I will

forgive their iniquity, and their sin I will remember no more.      

BLAME

The world we share, sad, but true,
is troubled Lord and some blame you.
They blame you for the killer car,
disease and pain, their lives turned sour.

Children choke on poisoned fumes,
death leaves quietly, empty rooms.
Metal snakes crawl concrete streams,
dying seas still haunt our dreams.

Forest burn and rivers flood,
crushing snow, consuming mud.
Nature screams her swift reply
covers all and people die.

Forgive us Lord for all we've done
our planet dying in the sun.
This precious earth that gives so much
raped and pillaged by man's touch.

Some call it progress, others greed,
we share the guilt and plead our need.
The blame is ours and we must teach
we care for life within our reach.

Talitha Hills
2003

LETS GET IT RIGHT PEOPLE!!!!!!!

QUESTION

Why do you wake me in the early hours,

when the noisy world sleeps for just a brief moment,

snuffling, scratching, nocturnal creatures

hunting through to dawn.

I'm listening, waiting for your word of instruction,

teaching, or reminder of prophetic vision,

this world bleeding to death,

pale faced greed stalking the streets.

I sense impending wrath,

arrogant, defiant, tragic mankind

pollutes, defiles your precious pearl,

children breathing caustic air.

Few will be called and few saved,

but you will come in glory to harvest the land,

and those who would fight your truth

will fall to your sword,

their hands now powerless to capture and abuse.

Reigning in power and glory

your sheep will lie down in green pastures

and drink from crystal streams in a new world of everlasting peace.

Talitha Hills

2009

JUDGEMENT

Life is good, we drink our fill,
store our treasure, live our will.
Perfect body, perfect face,
moving with amazing grace.
Worshipping the winning team,
heroes on the pitch and screen.
Buy me, try me, tempt me, come,
to the pleasure house for fun.
Faster turns the carousel,
opening the door to hell.

Standing on a dirty street,
cold and wet with aching feet.
Repent the day draws ever near,
they laugh, he's sick and loudly jeer,
as they meet his silent stare,
suddenly, he isn't there.

Weary preacher walks the floor,
glancing through the open door,
praying for her swift release
from pain and pills, eternal peace.
Man of God he fought the fight
to bring the wayward to the light.
He takes her hand, a final prayer,
all that remains a bed and chair.

Heavy eyes and weary feet,
working hard his debts to meet.
Desperation, silent prayer
can hear me, do you care?
From an open bedroom door
small feet patter concrete floor,
a little child climbs on his knee,
a gentle kiss and they are free.

The hall was filled with every race,
raucous laughter filled the place.
Corruption, fraud and greed danced there,
lust and envy turned to stare.
On through the night they would drink and dine
at tables decked with food and wine.


Hurtling from a clear blue sky
in the blinking of an eye.
Judge, lawyer, banker, King,
tremble now as angels sing.
Whale and dolphin leap the space,
heralding His Holy face.
The day of man now undone,
as they behold the glorious Son.


Silent spinning sphere of grey,
shroud that cloaks your swift decay.
Below the mist a dark despair
they whispered in a final prayer.
The message they chose not to hear,
completed, ends their lives in fear
on JUDGEMENT DAY.


Talitha Hills
2003

VICTIM

Audrey and Joan will never be mentioned in a New Year Honours List, they do not seek man's approval, yet throughout the years they have ministered to the people living on the street
bringing food, clothing, encouragement and love to the unloved, "THEIR BOYS" following their Master.      Matthew 10 - 8 - Freely you have received, freely give.

Victim

News Flash on my T.V. screen,
another boy dies in his teens,
he'd had enough and who would care,
the final trip, his empty stare.
His choice to follow friends and peers,
drown his sorrows, fight his fears.

Did they tell you little one,
success, achievement equals fun.
There's nothing more to life than this,
the world portrayed as endless bliss.
You couldn't hack the winning scene,
became part of the dealer's dream.

Learning from a tender age,
to demand the current rage.
Coloured box that filled your space,
childhood lost without a trace.
Manipulation of the mind,
standards of the mass defined.

She tried to help,
she came to say,
Jesus loves you, we will pray,
and as your young life ebbed away,
you left this world, forgiven.

Talitha Hills
2003

MANIPULATION

Hear me, he preached, and hear me well,
you journey down the road to hell,
rebellious sheep, stubborn goat,
Satan has you by the throat.
And His gentle voice whispered "I love you"

Loving all you follow Me,
my Father's house your destiny.
I did not judge, neither condemn
hands that reached to touch my hem.

Your cradle world of land and sea,
its mantle green, the forest tree.
Every creature, large and small,
that moves and breathes can hear My call.

Artist's hand and writer's prose,
portray the beauty of My rose.
Even those who have no choice,
the smallest child, can hear My voice.

You cannot know another's path,
their trials and pain, invoke their wrath.
Condemned the flock is scattered far,
and yet the Gate remains ajar.

Each restless soul returns to Me,
the Source, the Power to heal and free.

Talitha Hills
2003

Religion

Flinging wide the heavy doors,
smooth and cold the marble floors.
Precious relics glisten,
frozen angels listen,
statues view the empty pews.

In finery and rank they move
to their appointed place,
blank stares on each pasty face,
bloody history whispers in the dark,
on this place it leaves its mark.

Outside in the falling drizzle
a small flame starts to fade and fizzle
hidden by the pageantry.

In weather foul and fair,
seeking the broken, bruised and lonely,
their church, the street,
their faces unnoticed,
precious sons and daughters
scatter seeds of love and hope.

Killing for Love

War Lords arise, politicians loudly proclaim the western world as civilized,
yet we produce and sell the weapons of mass destruction.

Megalomaniacs 'hot wire' the idealistic fervour of young men and women, take aim,
and the innocent die in the mayhem.

Yet, in our darkest hour there are heroes, those who regardless of personal risk die in an
attempt to save others.

Men of Power move quickly to the safety of their underground bunkers and worried
citizens rush to buy gas masks and protective clothing in a frenzy of self-preservation as
the world press reports retribution.

An innocent child stands in the broken shell of his home, a single wall remains standing,
Christian aid has been withdrawn; cold and hungry he listens as his parents talk of the
coming winter and threatened war.

The western child sits in a room crammed with the trappings of over indulgence,
proudly waving the national flag, just another war game of winners and losers.


Killing for Love

Lord, we fight over you,
Christian, Muslim, Gentile, Jew,
Through may wars and endless years,
your message falls on deafened ears.
Forgive us Lord,
don't turn away,
we might just get it right, one day.

Desperate people question why
and watch as little children die.
Rising prophets lead your sheep
through troubled times with weary feet.
Your Holy Word "thou shalt not kill"
we do not listen to your will.

Through falsehood and hypocrisy,
truth adrift in a troubled sea.
Wounded souls and doubting sheep,
that come to worship at your feet.
Help us shine,
Help us reach,
for those that cannot see your light,
who cannot love and live to fight.

Talitha Hills.
2003

Street Girl

Street Girl

It was more like a stampede,

the ugly face of greed,

skies turned grey as the ash clouds grew

and drifted down on me and you.

Panic, another virus, she stood in the queue

me first, give me the jab and the children too.

Too late for the joggers and the keep fit freaks

the smell of death permeates the streets.

And still they parade the latest fashion

searching for food, supplies strictly rationed.

Hypnotized they worship the box

Pop idols, X factor, music that rocks.

So many lies, where is truth,

hide behind locked doors, under your roof.

They walk past the man who holds the key

the future promised for you and me.

Her eyes viewed the terrible scene,

displayed on the shopping mall monitor screen,

she gasped as the road opened wide

bodies and cars slid down the side.

people buried alive.

From her mouth a silent scream, JESUS.

Panicking crowds past the man on the street

but the woman found herself at His feet.

and He whispered “give me your hand”

She gazed in  his eyes and as if on cue

the whole universe came into view.

He said - Child of God we're out of here 

heaven is waiting for you. 

Talitha Hills

You won't survive what's coming without a Saviour.

YOU SAY:-

I CAN'T SEE THIS GOD

CAN YOU SEE AIR – YET IT'S ESSENTIAL FOR YOUR VERY SURVIVAL 

YOU SAY:-

HOW COULD THIS GOD KNOW ME PERSONALLY AMONGST THE BILLIONS LIVING ON THIS PLANET Just pick up the phone -give someone your post code and instantly they know the street where you live!  

THE SOURCE, GOD OF CREATION, INTELLIGENCE BEYOND OUR GREATEST MINDS AND UNDERSTANDING

KNOWS YOU!!!!

    NO ONE IS BEYOND THE REACH OF A LOVING GOD.    

YOU NEED JESUS

PLEA

I love you Lord, with all my heart,

now I seek your face,

fill me Lord, fill me now with your

amazing grace.

Teach me how to walk your way,

every moment, every day,

Speak your peace, truth and love,

My Lord and Saviour enthroned above.

As darkness falls upon the earth,

men will tremble, your plan birthed.

Now they cower, weep and wail,

The chosen one walks through the veil.

CALL FOR THE REMNANT

Bruised, broken, bedraggled, trapped and slowly dying,

little sheep abandoned, lost and helpless, crying,

And everything I know you to be,

pure love, compassion, touching me.

Lord there are men who bear your name

who seem to play a different game.

They damage tender struggling souls

underground they go, like moles.

Father I will go for you

and through the debris search 

and shine your light into the dark

until it finds a hurting heart.

Use me as a witness of your 

peace that transcends understanding,

Guide them to the narrow winding path 

that leads to the Shepherds gate.

A hillside of sacrifice, redemption and grace.

Protect the lambs from the pit and the mud,

beast, famine, fire and flood.

Until one day they will surely find,

There is no grass greener,

than that which is thine.

Talitha Hills

Hello Squirrel

Lots of Love

Your Son

xxx