Playing the game..... Music Click~♫ Chariots of Fire♫
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~The Forever Ball Game~
When we are passed the ball to run, what might we do with it?
Shall we pass it to and fro
Or pondering, sit and think.
Would we elbow or go scrummage, or head butt it out of sight,
Shall we race away and hide
Or play with it at night.
Will we share the ball with others, or play by our own rules,
Do we want to keep the ball
Or cheer for it at all.
Will we roll it, fling it, claim it, or take a mighty kick,
To make it our sure goal
Or just give it the flick.
What is the ball you ask... that God has given us,
Yes, it's His love to keep
To love as Jesus does.
We'll claim the prize today, by running with God's love,
For that's the way to tackle
If we might play above.
Soft whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © Jan 2011
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When we are passed the ball to run, what might we do with it?
Shall we pass it to and fro
Or pondering, sit and think.
Would we elbow or go scrummage, or head butt it out of sight,
Shall we race away and hide
Or play with it at night.
Will we share the ball with others, or play by our own rules,
Do we want to keep the ball
Or cheer for it at all.
Will we roll it, fling it, claim it, or take a mighty kick,
To make it our sure goal
Or just give it the flick.
What is the ball you ask... that God has given us,
Yes, it's His love to keep
To love as Jesus does.
We'll claim the prize today, by running with God's love,
For that's the way to tackle
If we might play above.
Soft whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © Jan 2011
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~ The Winner ~
My pride in you has no bounds for I see you as a winning man,
Whether the world may see or not, what matters is the man within
He's the one that's in command.
No one on earth can crush you, unless you give them sway,
No-one can by-pass or abuse
Unless you let them lead your soul astray.
For it is the integrity of your heart that makes you stand so tall,
That brings you satisfaction
and peace to give away your all.
The fire deep in your spirit gives you the passion to love,
To not compete or be conceited, but humbly walk
To know reward above.
The beauty you hold in your soul is precious, heart of God's heart,
His love shining to all
Takes you on your upward path.
God bless and keep you strong with courageous wings to fly,
What you are choosing to win, the truth you hold within
Is of eternal supply.
I love you special guy.
Soft Whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © 2004
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
My pride in you has no bounds for I see you as a winning man,
Whether the world may see or not, what matters is the man within
He's the one that's in command.
No one on earth can crush you, unless you give them sway,
No-one can by-pass or abuse
Unless you let them lead your soul astray.
For it is the integrity of your heart that makes you stand so tall,
That brings you satisfaction
and peace to give away your all.
The fire deep in your spirit gives you the passion to love,
To not compete or be conceited, but humbly walk
To know reward above.
The beauty you hold in your soul is precious, heart of God's heart,
His love shining to all
Takes you on your upward path.
God bless and keep you strong with courageous wings to fly,
What you are choosing to win, the truth you hold within
Is of eternal supply.
I love you special guy.
Soft Whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © 2004
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
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~ Man Of The Year Trophy ~
I want to give to you, the trophy for being man of the year
For conquering all your fears
Thank you for being as you are, cherished in my heart
You deserve this award in many ways, for being in God, all you can
As I present it this day
God bless you each day as you pray, as His man
Soft whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © 2011
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
I want to give to you, the trophy for being man of the year
For conquering all your fears
Thank you for being as you are, cherished in my heart
You deserve this award in many ways, for being in God, all you can
As I present it this day
God bless you each day as you pray, as His man
Soft whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © 2011
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
~ Thanks For The Long Haul ~
You are just who we need, a solid strength we can trust,
As you know the skills to motor on
Steering clear of the dust.
You know when to put on the brakes, to shift and carry the load,
You've got great driving pace
Trucking straight along the road.
You're patient in throttling it, to make the labouring incline,
But also know how to put on the skids
To manoeuvre the downward climb.
When a crossroad appears ahead, you deliberate which way to turn,
And as a new direction looms up
You know to clutch it, to avoid rubber burn.
Thanks for handling the wheel, your performance is appreciated here
Avoiding potholes along the way
You know when to accelerate into top gear.
Some may drive off out of sight, others may back up at the task
But you stay revving for the long haul
What more could we ask.
Thank you.... roll on big wheels
Soft Whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © 2003
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
♪ Carroll Roberson The Way for me ♪
You are just who we need, a solid strength we can trust,
As you know the skills to motor on
Steering clear of the dust.
You know when to put on the brakes, to shift and carry the load,
You've got great driving pace
Trucking straight along the road.
You're patient in throttling it, to make the labouring incline,
But also know how to put on the skids
To manoeuvre the downward climb.
When a crossroad appears ahead, you deliberate which way to turn,
And as a new direction looms up
You know to clutch it, to avoid rubber burn.
Thanks for handling the wheel, your performance is appreciated here
Avoiding potholes along the way
You know when to accelerate into top gear.
Some may drive off out of sight, others may back up at the task
But you stay revving for the long haul
What more could we ask.
Thank you.... roll on big wheels
Soft Whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © 2003
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
♪ Carroll Roberson The Way for me ♪
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~ Forgotten Beauty ~
Feeling somewhat alone You may be tucked away, Snuggled up in a corner, peaceful, Feeling past your used by date. Pondering memories only you can own From time that just won't wait. But you glow for all the world to see And are invaluable to the heart of me. I view you there in all your glory Resplendent in all that you are, Where you have been, all you have done You aren't just any old car. I imagine all the loving that went on Children stroking your soft leather. Ice creams dribbled, Sunday treats, Babies changed out of the weather. Wild dashes with a little one that fell Your lights streaming in the night, To guide the way as rain streamed down Through mud, to find the Doctor's light. Your boot crammed full with food After a days busy shopping spree, Maybe a roll of wire, a bag of wheat Your axle dragging down the street. The dreams you kept beneath your bonnet As couples snuggled on your seat, The family singsongs all the way- This is the beauty that is sweet. So, when they put you here with a sigh A newer model to buy It was necessity, no-one wanted to say goodbye To a friend that will never die. Tucked in our heart, you will always be. Soft Whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © 2003 |
~ That Flippin' Ute ~
Before I went to school, We had a bommy ute, It was an antique classic, And I thought that it was beaut. It had brown leather seats, Round dials in the dash, Squeaky window wipers, But no winker lights to flash. Attached inside each door, Was this funny flippy thing, If you went around a corner, You'd give it a little fling I reckoned they were special fun, So I played with them a lot, Didn't matter if we turned corners, Or idled on the spot. To get my brother from the bus, We'd take the trusty ute, And trundle down the paddock, It was the shortest route. I still hear the crackly radio, Playing quirky song, "Mama I wanna drink of water", And so we sang along. Mum and I spent many nights, Snuggled in the cab Waiting for the tractor lights, So my Daddy we could nab. It's cute how these recollections, Linger in our mind Mum taught me how to drive in it, All the memories are kind. That ute must have been a bomb, As the junk heap was it's end, Dad bulldozed the scrap together, All that he couldn't mend. I'd visit my old forgotten friend, A perfect place to hide, But the cute flippers didn't work, 'cause old ute was resting on his side never-more to ride. Soft Whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © 2002 |
has original car tag that reads "Oklahoma 1941"
photo by Todd Tobey
Traveler On the Backroads
time has forgotten me
time has moved on down the road
to newer models sleeker lines
brighter colors with computer components
but i had my time
yes i was in the spotlight once- i glimmered i shined
there was a time - when i cruised main street
when i went to the drive-in movies
when i sat under the moonlight
on lover's lane
before time left her mark - before the dents the scrapes
the rust set in
before ...
now i just sit here- the sun beating down
the rain pelting me- one day dragging
into the next
newer models- zooming by on- the highway
every so often- when the weather's just right
not too hot not too cold
someone will spot me- and pull off the road
look me over and say....... admiringly
she sure was- somethin' in her day
yessir she sure was
somethin' alright
~ poem "Down the Road" by Michael Traveler, author of the novel MIRACLE ROAD
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Traveler On the Backroads
time has forgotten me
time has moved on down the road
to newer models sleeker lines
brighter colors with computer components
but i had my time
yes i was in the spotlight once- i glimmered i shined
there was a time - when i cruised main street
when i went to the drive-in movies
when i sat under the moonlight
on lover's lane
before time left her mark - before the dents the scrapes
the rust set in
before ...
now i just sit here- the sun beating down
the rain pelting me- one day dragging
into the next
newer models- zooming by on- the highway
every so often- when the weather's just right
not too hot not too cold
someone will spot me- and pull off the road
look me over and say....... admiringly
she sure was- somethin' in her day
yessir she sure was
somethin' alright
~ poem "Down the Road" by Michael Traveler, author of the novel MIRACLE ROAD
Backroadsjournal.com/Store/books
Miracle-Road-Chapters-One-Two-of-Book-One-of-The-Backroads-Collection#1
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~ The Game's Ten Rules ~
God gave the ten commandments, upon that mountain high,
But, to have no other God... Is that enough for you and I.
For when He said, to love none else, of wood, or stone, or flesh,
Would He alone be our true love, no other be our quest.
As He unveiled, do not misuse, My Name in all you say,
Do we know those words hurt Him, though spelt another way.
When He decreed a sabbath day, would we make time to rest,
E'er set aside a holy day, so we could praise Him best.
Or, did we keep the fifth command, to honour parents well,
That we may hearken to their wisdom, and live the tale to tell.
Would commandment six be just too hard, to never murder all,
When to dislike someone, meant all of us would fall.
Might lust condemn in number seven, when adultery's in the mind,
And in keeping something, even little. is it stealing every time.
False testimony, we're bound to do, for truth has many shades,
To lie in speech, in silence too- we're doomed, whichever way.
And coveting, in that we're stumped- for every time we gaze,
We wish for such a lovely thing, to liven up our days.
So, why did God upturn us so, with such condemning list?
Oh yes, but here's the greatest joy, we find His law - a gift!
A gift, to help us understand, the amazing God we have,
Who lives within a heaven pure- one that we sorely crave.
And all these laws He wrote on stone, were but a set of rules,
To drive us to salvation- like masters in a school
To make us come to realize, there is no good in us,
We cannot keep, e'en one command, so to the Lord must come.
Accept His gift of death for us, admit our raging guilt,
And give our sin to Jesus Christ. so, He, our life can fill.
He said we cannot do it, so in Him we need to be,
Then all His strength, His heart, His mind, is ours eternally.
Then God will look on you and I, accepted in the Son,
When all God sees is, Christ in us, we're safe within His love.
Soft whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © Sept 2010
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
Poetry from the Heart
Christ redeemed us from the curse of the law by becoming a curse for us,
He redeemed us...through Christ Jesus, so that by faith
we might receive the promise of the Spirit.
Before this faith came, we were held prisoners by the law,
locked up until faith should be revealed.
So the law was put in charge to lead us to Christ that we might be justified by faith.
Now that faith has come, we are no longer under the supervision of the law. Galatians 3:13,14,23,24
♪ Who Am I - Carroll Roberson ♪
God gave the ten commandments, upon that mountain high,
But, to have no other God... Is that enough for you and I.
For when He said, to love none else, of wood, or stone, or flesh,
Would He alone be our true love, no other be our quest.
As He unveiled, do not misuse, My Name in all you say,
Do we know those words hurt Him, though spelt another way.
When He decreed a sabbath day, would we make time to rest,
E'er set aside a holy day, so we could praise Him best.
Or, did we keep the fifth command, to honour parents well,
That we may hearken to their wisdom, and live the tale to tell.
Would commandment six be just too hard, to never murder all,
When to dislike someone, meant all of us would fall.
Might lust condemn in number seven, when adultery's in the mind,
And in keeping something, even little. is it stealing every time.
False testimony, we're bound to do, for truth has many shades,
To lie in speech, in silence too- we're doomed, whichever way.
And coveting, in that we're stumped- for every time we gaze,
We wish for such a lovely thing, to liven up our days.
So, why did God upturn us so, with such condemning list?
Oh yes, but here's the greatest joy, we find His law - a gift!
A gift, to help us understand, the amazing God we have,
Who lives within a heaven pure- one that we sorely crave.
And all these laws He wrote on stone, were but a set of rules,
To drive us to salvation- like masters in a school
To make us come to realize, there is no good in us,
We cannot keep, e'en one command, so to the Lord must come.
Accept His gift of death for us, admit our raging guilt,
And give our sin to Jesus Christ. so, He, our life can fill.
He said we cannot do it, so in Him we need to be,
Then all His strength, His heart, His mind, is ours eternally.
Then God will look on you and I, accepted in the Son,
When all God sees is, Christ in us, we're safe within His love.
Soft whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © Sept 2010
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
Poetry from the Heart
Christ redeemed us from the curse of the law by becoming a curse for us,
He redeemed us...through Christ Jesus, so that by faith
we might receive the promise of the Spirit.
Before this faith came, we were held prisoners by the law,
locked up until faith should be revealed.
So the law was put in charge to lead us to Christ that we might be justified by faith.
Now that faith has come, we are no longer under the supervision of the law. Galatians 3:13,14,23,24
♪ Who Am I - Carroll Roberson ♪
The good life - the one that truly satisfies -
exists only when we stop wanting a bigger/better one.
It is the condition of savouring what is,
rather than longing for what might be.
The itch for things, the lust for more - so brilliantly injected by those who peddle them - is a virus draining our souls of happy contentment. Have you noticed? A man never earns enough.
A woman is never beautiful enough.
Clothes are never fashionable enough. Cars are never new or nice enough.
Gadgets are never modern enough.
Houses are never furnished enough. Food is never fancy enough.
Relationships are never romantic enough. Life is never full enough.
Satisfaction comes when we step off the escalator of desire and say,
"This is enough. What I have will do.
What I make of it is up to me and my vital union with the living Lord."
by: Charles Swindoll
exists only when we stop wanting a bigger/better one.
It is the condition of savouring what is,
rather than longing for what might be.
The itch for things, the lust for more - so brilliantly injected by those who peddle them - is a virus draining our souls of happy contentment. Have you noticed? A man never earns enough.
A woman is never beautiful enough.
Clothes are never fashionable enough. Cars are never new or nice enough.
Gadgets are never modern enough.
Houses are never furnished enough. Food is never fancy enough.
Relationships are never romantic enough. Life is never full enough.
Satisfaction comes when we step off the escalator of desire and say,
"This is enough. What I have will do.
What I make of it is up to me and my vital union with the living Lord."
by: Charles Swindoll
Those of us who have little
authority, who have few people at our mercy, may be thankful.
But how is it, if one is an officer in the army... a hospital matron? a magistrate?
a prison-warden? a school prefect? a trades-union official?
a Boss of any sort, a parent? in a word, over anyone who cannot "answer back"?
It is hard enough, even with the best will in the world, to be just.
It is hard, under the pressure of haste, uneasiness, ill-temper, self-complacency,
and conceit, to continue intending justice. Power corrupts; the
"insolence of office" will creep in. We see it so clearly in our
superiors; is it likely that our inferiors see it in us?
How many of those who have been over us
did not sometimes (perhaps often) need our forgiveness?
Be sure that we likewise need the forgiveness of those [smaller] that
are under us.
(Clive Staples) C. S. Lewis
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authority, who have few people at our mercy, may be thankful.
But how is it, if one is an officer in the army... a hospital matron? a magistrate?
a prison-warden? a school prefect? a trades-union official?
a Boss of any sort, a parent? in a word, over anyone who cannot "answer back"?
It is hard enough, even with the best will in the world, to be just.
It is hard, under the pressure of haste, uneasiness, ill-temper, self-complacency,
and conceit, to continue intending justice. Power corrupts; the
"insolence of office" will creep in. We see it so clearly in our
superiors; is it likely that our inferiors see it in us?
How many of those who have been over us
did not sometimes (perhaps often) need our forgiveness?
Be sure that we likewise need the forgiveness of those [smaller] that
are under us.
(Clive Staples) C. S. Lewis
Psalm121/edify-Step by step
Evidence-of-a-radical-change
