Forgetful child

Come my forgetful child, come
Look upon my pierced son
Look upon his nail-scarred hands
Think upon Heaven's renewed lands
Listen to the words he spoke
Open wide your eyes and look
To see the truth of Heaven's son
The Father's first and most beloved one
Stands there before the Father's feet
Each day he earnestly intercedes
That He who sent the rescuer
Might look on you with tender grace
Yes, look my child and clearly know
The love he has continually flows
From a Father's tender heart
Onto your poorly, sick and soiled heart
And changes you, each day some more
To know the good he has in store
When one day soon he takes you from these foreign shores
From all the pain and sorrow you feel
And brings you gently then to kneel
In light and life and holy wonder
Before the me who all of darkness sundered
And you know then as now in part
The true goodness of your Father's heart
Yes, look my forgetful child and know
The love I have for you will show
The most when you admit your sin
And feel my peace in you, deep within
So know your sin, but more my grace
Let my peace reign in guilt's place
For it holds no long-lasting sway
In hearts that choose to love my name
If you are mine, you're mine indeed
Jesus stands before me to intercede
Each sinful stain you had is gone
Washed clean by sweet Immanuel's blood
So stand up straight, dear soul rejoice
For the day you made me your own choice
Was the day that sin lost all it's power
Ruins, what remains of that strong tower
Though you oft forget, remember now
When Jesus died for you, he made you new
So stand up straight as God's child now
Each day being more renewed.
The Father loves you through his son
The perfect, true and lovely one
So you are pure and white as snow
Rise, my child and in my grace, go.

TheWeeScottie

My grace is sufficient for you

A wee poem that came out of being reminded this morning that God's grace is sufficient for me. Continual failure that I am, His grace continues each day to be sufficient for me!

The waves they are crashing
the storm seems so strong
but my grace is sufficient for you.
The power to change this
seems far from your hands
but my grace is sufficient for you.

When others feel strong
yet your arms feel so weak
then, my grace is sufficient for you.
When your voice seems to fail you
and no words will speak
my grace is sufficient for you

The enemy temps you
sometimes you give in
still, my grace is sufficient for you.
When his vilest of lies
creeps under your skin
yet, my grace is sufficient for you.

When you think that you sin's
an un-passable wall
know my grace is sufficient for you
Look up and step over
for you are forgiven
my grace is sufficient for you.

The blood that my son shed
for you on the cross
says my grace is sufficient for you
and one day when you stand before me,
I'll say,
"My grace is sufficient for you."

So don't doubt the love
that I have for you, child,
for my grace is sufficient for you.
One day, you'll join me
but during this race
know my grace is sufficient, you see?

So, one day you'll stand
before my eternal throne
and say, "His grace is sufficient for me!"
Sufficient for me!
Sufficient for me!
The grace of my God is sufficient for me!

TheWeeScottie

Valentine's Day

I walk through the isles
of my local shops
the shelves all adorned with
their flowers and chocs.

Promises made
of a happier day
if their produce I'd buy
and the money I'd save.

The joy that I'd bring
with a large bunch of colour,
a box of delight
or that diamond ring.

I peruse all their wares
for the bestest of gifts,
and a meal that will bring
a smile to their lips

A basket full up
I walk to the checkout
glad in the knowledge
that I'm now sorted out.

But, wait.
Will she love me
if all that I bring
are choccies and roses?
a new diamond ring?

Will our relationship grow
if a flower I offer
or a card that I share
for the love that I proffer?

In truth, these are tokens
of my true affection
of the love that I hold
for this most lovely of people

Though only a day
in a commercial year
which some say just boosts
shops' revenue, which is clear

I choose to surprise
the one that I love
not with costliest gifts
but an expression of love

A card which I've made
a gift she'll adore
(well, hopefully, I add
if not, the receipt waits in store!)

Above all, the desire
to surprise and delight
she is my best,
my crown's shining light.

Yet, without this love,
who are where would I be?
I can't love my wife
as my heart's cold, you see

If it weren't for my father
who gave up his son,
the most costly gift
for this selfish one

The son modelled love
as I hope each day to show
when he died on a cross
for the ones he loved so

For you and for me
his loved poured rose-red
His gift was his life
as his arms lay outspread

This Valentine's day,
let your love show most
as Jesus' did for you
as he died on that post.

TheWeeScottie

A very tolerant Christmas to you... or not?

A tolerant Christmas to you... or not?

Somebody said to me
only this week
tolerance was the thing that we needed.
That above other things
to bring peace to our world
tolerance for all must be heeded.

But can that be right?
I ask of you all
on this Christmas day 2013.
Does being tolerant help
with the clashes we'll face
doesn't it merely help keep our nose clean?

To tolerate someone
no matter their quirks
is to put up with whatever they do.
But do you want to be
the one to 'put up with' me
In all that I hold dear and true?

A tolerant Christmas?
That I couldn't wish,
as I'm sure there are things we believe
that just aren't compatible
and might well lead to battles
forcing one of us to up and leave.

No, a tolerant Christmas
I can't wish to you
I refuse to put up with you now.
Instead, I will love you
and draw you in close.
To you I shall not just say, "Ciao!"

Though there are times
when we will disagree
Instead of just tolerating you,
I'll stand by your side
and seek to understand
The important things that make you, you.

I love you, my friend,
no matter your spots
or spots as some perceive them to be.
For in truth, we're quite spotty
or stripy, but not plain
Inside we're the same, agreed?

So this Christmas, my friend,
I'll not tolerate you
Whatever you choose to believe.
Instead, I shall love you
and learn more of you
To you, a very loving post Christmas eve.

TheWeeScottie

The dark before the dawn

In the dark before the dawn,
I sit
I wonder
I wait
The water pipes creak and ping
in an odd counter rhythm to the clock's ticking
The fridge gently drones on, cooling my food
with a quiet whom, whom, whom
I sit
I lift
I sip
I wonder
My mind zigzags across today
What'll happen?
What'll I do?
What will go right or wrong?
My brow furrows.
What will go wrong?
Washing up lies like silent statues
Looming by the sink
If I blink, will they disappear?
Lots to do
Much to be done
This is the dark before the dawn
My fears and worries assail me
The day seems so big and dark and fearful.
How can I see it through in this palpable dark?
It threatens to overwhelm me
Take me
and drag me into it.
The darkness leers at me.
"What can you do?" it seems to ask
Then at the window.
There!
A slither of light
A lightening of the darkness
A band of grey beneath the sea of black
I don't see the shadows anymore
I'm transfixed by this new light.
The horizon lightens further
shadows hiss and flee before it.
Beneath the tallest buildings, darkness tries to hide.
It dives behind hedgerows and sneaks inside sheds
The sky begins to burn
Darkness is scattered to the tiniest corners,
my fears along with it.
The dawn has come
light has banished the dark.
It was just darkness
The playing of my fears in a mind with no light.
Daylight fills my eyes
Warmth hits my face
and for the first time today I begin to smile.
The dark before the dawn it over
Light has banished the darkness
and so I begin my day,
the sun risen high in the sky.

TheWeeScottie