Just heard from Canon Andrew White, Vicar of Baghdad, about the desperate situation in Iraq now that the US forces have left. There remains hope ... but it needs us to share the love of that baby who came so far to save us.
Look into the stable, feel the warmth inside.
See the loving mother, see the loving child.
See the adoration, hands and gifts are raised -
hear the angels worship, all creation praise ...
"Glory to God, in the highest place;
on the earth there will be peace",
if we share redeeming grace.
Look outside the stable, still the world's the same.
There's no room for Jesus, so few know his name.
Many hands are lifted as war and famine reign.
Hear the prayers of nations, as we cry again.
"Glory to God, in the highest place;
on the earth there will be peace",
if we share redeeming grace.
Look into your heart now, what do you see there?
Is there hope and comfort or a deep despair?
look back to the stable where the Promise lay,
hear the words of Jesus, "I AM com to save!"
"Glory to God, in the highest place;
on the earth there will be peace",
if we share redeeming grace.
(C) 2003 Graham Oakes
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Saturday, December 03, 2011
Folk at the Parish ...
Thursday, 1st December 2011 I read some poems at Merthyr Tydfil in aid of MacMillan Cancer Support and included a new one written for the occasion about Dic Penderyn, after whom the local Witherspoons is named! Nice curries on Thursdays!
Thursday, 1st December 2011 I read some poems at Merthyr Tydfil in aid of MacMillan Cancer Support and included a new one written for the occasion about Dic Penderyn, after whom the local Witherspoons is named! Nice curries on Thursdays!
"Dyma
Gamwedd!"
Innocence
is no defence
when
scapegoats are required;
caught
up in something bigger
than a
single, just desire.
You
march with fellow workers
their
passion in your soul;
with
little thought that very soon
you’ll
have the starring role.
A soldier
takes a bloody wound,
and
you, my friend, were there.
So from
the crowd you’re singled out
to
cries of “that’s not fair!”’
The Government
has had enough
of Welshmen on the move.
They
want to crush our wide dissent
they
have a point to prove.
Against
the power of Gentry rule,
of
money and of might,
the workers’
cause is brought to heel
and many
put to flight.
But
you, young Dic Penderyn,
must
stand upon the door.
And
while you wait you tell them all
just
what you’re dying for.
“O
Arglwydd, dyma gamwedd!”
“Lord,
this is so unjust!”
And
still this cry does echo,
and
listen still they must!
© 2011
Also read this one which was written for Gail ...
Colour me ...
Onto the
landscape
brush me
with love
and the
finest of care.
Colour me
free
with the
joy of your laughter;
colour me
deep
with the
warmth of your smile.
Blue for
the Spring
when we
found each other,
and for
your eyes
when they
sparkle with fun.
Gold for
the Summers
that we
shared together,
and for
your hair
that
shines in the sun.
Brown for
the Autumn:
its rhymes
and its reasons
the
richest of blessings,
for you
are my wife.
Grey for
the Winter
that
closes the seasons,
yet hidden
beneath it
the
promise of life.
© 2005
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