"It's ALL I have" (Mark 6. 30-34)

I wonder of that little lad,

The one who gave his all

Whene'er the Master did require

Some food, to feed the sprawl

Of hungry mouths and listening ears,

Who'd followed Christ, to hear

The wonderous words and truths He told

For only three short year.

Whene'er he said "It's all I have"

Did he e'er think that, years

And centuries long afterwards,

His deeds, would ease some fears

Of folk who thought "not good enough"

"I haven't anything

That anyone deems worthy 'nough,

Which I, to HIM, can bring".

Did he keep on a-following

The Saviour, whom he saw

Feed o'er five thousand ravenous mouths,

With so little food, to chaw?

Did he become disciple keen,

When older he became?

Or did he turn his back on Him,

E'en after all he'd seen?

I guess we'll never know for sure,

Until we are called 'Home'

To that eternal Glory land

And we have time to comb

Believers, who have gathered there,

For many centuries past,

'Twill be a GRAND reunion,

A CELEBRATION, vast.

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Christmas Past

Gifts of gold, incense and myrrh For that baby lying there Were not gifts without much thought, Significant references, they brought. GOLD , for riches of a king, Of properties e'erlasting ring, To celebrate the Kingly birth, Who came as man upon the earth. FRANKINCENSE came from the east For th'annointing of a priest, This babe, a Prophet, Priest and King, Eternal life for all to bring. MYRRH was given, though bitter it's taste, Preparing for the death to be faced, The purpose of His life, - the Cross, To save the world from eternal loss. The media bombard with ads., Pushing forth the latest fads, The parents now seem under stress, They're spending more, though giving less. Oh to live in bygone days Though cash was scarce, with less in pays, The children, then, were quite content And knew what Christmas really meant

I love you dad.

I told my dad, while on his bed, assuming he did sleep, In hospital, [ he'd not come home ] with tears my eyes did weep, “I love you dad” Then hugged him tight, while feebly he replied “I.............love...............you................too..............son” THAT’S the thing I cherish, since he died. With forty years age difference, while young, we were not close. He wasn't very tactile and nor was he verbose, But as we aged, did closer grow, in ways he’d show his love, We’ll meet again, don’t know the ‘when’, – the ‘where’? – in Heaven above. I then went out to my car after this and bawled my eyes out at having had this special moment.

A Father's Blessing

As youngest son, I always sensed From many of the brothers, True or not, they’d put me down, I wasn’t like the others. A few days prior to passing on, A blessing I was giv’n From my beloved, aged dad, Before he moved to Heav’n. His health was failing faster now ...

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