THE CALL

You did not choose Me, but I chose you and appointed

you that you should go and bear fruit, and that your fruit remain,

and whatever you ask the Father in My name He may give you.

These things I command you, that you love one another.

John 15 - 16-17

Poet's Cry

The world needs a hero, the time is now

rejecting violence, guide hands to the plough.

History repeats itself, page after page,

ignoring all wisdom they torment the sage.

On dark stormy waters the innocents sail,

escaping the onslaught behind them no trail.

Little boats heading for a place of their dreams,

refusing the pattern, beyond this world's schemes.

Your love the barrier, shield and sword

Your resting place my reward.

Hold fast the darkness draws ever near,

We know Your love and never fear.

T. Hills

2019

Sleep walker

Where are you taking me Lord,

ghosts of the past dance in my dreams,

Elysian fields.

What is left in these twilight years but a creaking frame,

too many fears for a world I now see,
as not for me.

Throughout the years You saw my tears,
carried me gently calming my fears.

Merciful God, loving, forgiving,

every wrong step of the life I was living.

Safe in Your Kingdom where all dreams will end,
My God, My King, My Saviour and friend.

T. Hills
2019