Rhyme & Reason - a reason to rhyme

 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,