Rhyme & Reason - a reason to rhyme

"My child" said HE who has no form, “Just come and rest in ME,  I'll give you comfort like none else And show MY power to thee.” I followed Him as close I could Uncertain, where He’d lead But knowing I could only trust This answer to my plead. This ONE, who made the worlds from naught, Why would HE let me down? He only can do GOOD to all Rewarding, with a crown. And so, I daily take a step To follow  in His way Encouraged by His constant love Poured upon me each day. Composed after reading the following on a MeWE page DEAR LORD Dear Lord please hear my prayer I need your help right now I feel hurt everywhere I want to feel better and don’t know how I thought I could do it on my own I thought I could get by This pain is like one I’ve never known However all I do is cry Please heal my broken heart Please take away this pain Direct me to a new start Let me be better once again I know you have a plan for me Only You know what I need Guide me to where I’m to be Let my heart no

Though isn’t it strange, but it’s also quite sad That many will cel’brate, ’n’ not think of the lad Who came as a baby, became mortal flesh In order to give to us, new life, afresh. The ONE, who, before even time did begin Did know of the future that was before Him; The suff’ring that He knew would be hard to bear Yet WILLINGLY, took on the pain, midst a pair Of guilty, vile victims who deserved their fate And  yet, He continued to show all, no hate. Why, even before they did take their last breath He welcomed one more, to new life, after death. Who made such a change and continues, e’en still, In the lives of ‘WHOEVER’ accepting His will.              ............................................. { The other thief hanging, I wonder, of him He STILL is tormented, because of his whim To taunt the dear Saviour, while still on the cross, Eventually realised his freedom did toss. } However, He promised, a promise He’ll keep, The Shepherd’s returning, for all of His sheep, Predicted in HIS

My mother true  Would not like you With hair upon the face, The lip, it’s feared, Or full blown beard, For hair, ’twas not the place. Not ONLY on The lip upon My father or a son, She’d disapprove “You must, it, move” On almost anyone. When dating dad He had a fad To grow a moustache dark Mum said a  “NO”…. “It has to go” So he would play ‘a lark.’ The ‘forties, ’twas Travelling by bus When meeting for a date, She arrived first, But nearly cursed Whene’er she spied her mate. His lip was dark He’d played a lark Mum thought it still was hair As he drew near It was so clear No moustache growing there “Tis true, he’d shaved But misbehaved And drew a large black mark On upper lip Just as a quip, He’d done it for a lark. Now man’ years past Her son, - the last, Did grow a moustache dark, Still mum said “NO……. It has to go” The son, he didn’t hark. Took ’nother way A game did play The full beard, grow, did he, “Don’t like the beard” {But then son cheered,} “Moustache, it was okay”

 When staying with my brother,  Just prior to migrating, We went with him on Sunday morn To witness his preaching. There's fifteen years between us, In ways, though, we're alike, Our humour and our caring Close resemblance,  does strike. Can not recall exactly Th'item to be passed, But easier 'twas for me to reach To give to him quite fast. The one handing it to me,  Related were, knew well, Though with fifteen years difference, 'Twould have been hard to tell. Rather than stretch over, The item, handed me, Brian mouthed "say nothing" when, "Give that to your dad" said he. Of course, I couldn't let it pass, So on our journey back, I HAD to mention t'my new 'dad' In his fine cadillac. Thankfully, the two of us Certain things we both do share Not JUST both of our parents, but A sense of humour rare.

    I reminisced of dad today     A scary time, for mum     About the day he disappeared     For just too long, THEN some.     Was born in Carrickfergus     Then retired to the same     On Belfast Lough, below a hill     He still was known by name     A neighbouring town, ‘Greenisland’     A few miles heading west     Does have a wartime monument     Atop that mountain crest.     There is a winding roadway     To gain admittance there,     Just o’er four miles (or seven ‘k’)     Dad gave himself a ‘dare’     With onset of altzheimers,     Though bouts were rare and short     He took himself out for a walk,     From his home - Fergus Court.     He’d done so quite a few times     Though soon after, returned     So on this day he did the same     So mum was not concerned.     Now I can walk four miles an 'hour'     Upon a surface flat     Though with a hill and slower pace     You near could triple that     Whene'er one hour plus had passed by,      Mum got a bit concerned    

 Setting the scene { I composed this in August 2014 }.       ''He did it, for me.''   He did it, for you, He did it, for me, Came down from on high, To die on a tree. He bore all my burden In tense agony, Took all of my guilt, Though sinless was He. Took  ALL  of my guilt, For He could foresee Each time I'd rebel And not bend the knee. His love is so fervent, ( intense) I know you'll agree, His promise is true, You can guarantee. He came, not in fury To judge, - but to plea, His life, - our redemption, He saved, such as me. So thank you my Jesus, Your love set me free, And how can I show it? Just live true to thee. So let us remember The cross at  Calv'ry , He did it, for you, He did it, for me. 1 Cor. 11:23   For I received from the Lord what I also passed on to you: The Lord Jesus, on the night he was betrayed, took bread,   24   and when he had given thanks, he broke it and said,  “This is my body, which is for you; do this in remembrance of me.”   And b

I had a memory this eve Of incidents with dad When I, unable still,  to drive, A jokey time we had. He’d joke, when I was in his car, ( Methinks deliberate was ) Traffic lights would aye turn red, And I was the main cause. “Red-light Colin”, I’d be named, E’en if mum there,  too, Quite a complex, I had gained, Began to think it’s true. I’m pretty sure he did slow down T’ensure the change in light,  But driving home from work this eve., The same thing, did me fright. It did occur this eve with me A few times, jaw did drop,  The lights just changed as I did near, Which meant I had to stop, Of course it brought this memory back, A sentimental smile, A memory of my dear old dad, When travelling many a mile.

https://youtu.be/Q32CEI1NTqk Had heard the Gospel Message For years, week in, week out,  In Children’s Church each Sunday In need was I, no doubt. Been ‘tending Church from two years Our parents trained us well, “Chu’ch day”  it was on Sunday,  When dad, in bed, did lay. For Monday, through to Saturday He worked, to family, feed. But rose up early Sunday E’en though some rest, he’d need To take the youngest threesome, Those older, went alone, And train them up in HIS way, His vow, he kept it goin’. Remember not the topic, Of story that was  told, But do recall the invite E’en though was not too old. The leader asked the question, “If you want to know more About this great salvation Just stand up on the floor…… … During this invitation The prayer that I will say Then we will explain more, to Show you Salvations way.” With same aged peers around me, All seated on their chair No room for any other, but, I felt a presence there Hence, when this song, I do hear, It brings a memory, That Sun

They thought they had run out of names To call their last born son,  Didn’t think too hard? Were caught off guard? For there was more than one. The firstborn son, Charles Brian Charles, our maternal dad Brian, a name Mum liked, the same Together, sounds not bad The second lad called Robert,  McCabe his middle name Robert, our dad,  McCabe, did add Dad’s mother, had the same. The third boy, got Hugh Douglas An uncle of our dad No sons  did  sire T’ his name acquire So given to this lad Fourth born, another family name  A ‘William Penny’ he Dad’s bro. also But he had no Sons, his own name to be Fifth boy called aft’ mum’s sister, Bill Arthur, had wed she Dad had just read Of boy David Hence David Arthur he And then there came the last born ‘bout Samuel, dad had read, That was  first name But nothing came To compliment the said While born at home, was rushed to The Children’s hospital The nurses said Around mum’s bed Some names quite possible Like Samuel James, or Michael Or Samuel Jason

I laughed at most’f my seizures Well what else would I do? Crying would solve nothing And I had quite a few. When I worked in a Builders firm A private enclosed yard, They knew my ‘disadvantage’ But found I did work hard. My dad, had worked there previously Knew well the old M.D. So he was able to pull strings And got the job for me. Whenever it was needed The forklift truck I’d drive It could’ve been their detriment But thankful, did survive. Picture, please the scene here A large inverted U Three stores, ‘round sand and gravel  Doors opposite on two The other storemen busy, At bottom end of yard So I was asked to drive fork truck I'd drove before, not hard. Driving up between stores T’ward sand and gravel piles Turning left into the store With boxed ceramic tiles. Now Ernie, my old foreman He was a ‘hands on’ guy, Was keeping watchful eye on me In case things went awry I had placed many pallets  Into the store by now, When seizures, they did strike again, Things turned out fine,