The Lord is your shelter
         His shadow protects
         When you are in trouble
         His wings He erects
         From traps and disease
         He will keep you safe
         God is your refuge
         So go seek His face.

         Dwell in His keeping
         No harm will befall
         Others will suffer
         You will stand tall
         Love The Lord
         And give Him praise
         He will bless you
         All your days.

         

            
                  

            Have you ever fallen
            Into the pit of sin
            Where everything you try to do
            Just gets you deeper in
            You know you shouldn't go there
            You're set adrift from He
            Who died upon a cross for you
            To set the captive free.

            Cold turkey is the answer
            You have to stop at once
            The weight is lifted off your back
            You're feeling like a dunce
            It is a constant struggle
            To keep the dark at bay
            It is surely worth the fight
            To let Him have His way.

               

         Through the battlefield of life
         Where moth and rust do us decay
         We have a constant in our walk
         To which to cling to day by day
         He's the One who's seen it all
         Suffered greatly on the cross
         Knows what we are going through
         Whether gain or, sadly, loss.

         He has the power to comfort us
         When things go down the pan
         Remember, though, He is in charge
         He has devised a plan
         To give us life that's full and real
         Reflecting all He's at
         We're not protected from life's ills
         But He makes up for that.
         
         

               

            Who or what is in the centre
            Of your muddled Christian walk
            Is the world a major factor
            When you try to walk the talk
            Do you make decisions lightly
            Using funds that are not yours
            Buying things to keep you happy
            Cos your life is such a chore.

            Why not try a different angle
            Let Lord Jesus be your guide
            Giving Him your every problem
            He's The centre, let Him bide
            You will find a satisfaction
            That you've never known before
            Peacefulness and great contentment
            Are the things that lie in store.
            

                   

         You wander through childhood
         Collecting a skin
         That turns into poison
         And settles within
         Controlling your actions
         Dictating your life
         The one He created
         Surrounded by strife.

         Until the day you ask Him in
         Holy Spirit comes inside
         Ready for the pruning job
         That snips away your sin and pride
         Tap roots severed from the ivy
         Tangled mess is cleared away
         satans hold has been released
         You are now His after all.

            

         A mustard seed is a tiny seed
         It's barely any size
         But if you plant it in the ground
         You'll get a big surprise
         It grows to a height of eighteen feet
         A big gigantic bush
         It belies it's lowly start
         And ends up looking lush.

         We may be that tiny seed
         Waiting to be planted
         Wherever God wants us to be
         We must make sure it's granted
         Through The Spirit in our lives
         We grow both big and strong
         Let Him fertilise your heart
         And we won't go far wrong.

               

            Take off your mask   
            Allow the air
            To cleanse and heal
            Your features bare
            Try to be real
            Allow Him in
            To prune your vine
            And cleanse your sin.

            Remove the plaster
            On your sore
            You do not need it
            Anymore
            He will heal
            The scars that bind
            And you'll be whole
            I think you'll find.

            Alleluia
            You are free
            The devils lost
            His grip, you see
            You can live
            A life that's free
            Jesus is
             Your destiny.

               

                 

   A Onesie is an adult babygro which is all the rage with youngsters in England at the moment.

            I have got a Onesie
            I wear it all the time
            It covers up my blemishes
            It makes me feel sublime
            If I were to take it off
            Then my allure would fade
            Thank heaven for my Onesie
            It helps me make the grade.

            Trouble is, I've got an itch
            And it won't go away
            I'll have to take my Onesie off
            To combat the decay
            I've other ailments deep inside
            That need attending to
            Perhaps I'll leave my Onesie off
            To let The Lord get through.      

               

         You think that you are useless
         Your self worths down the drain
         Instead of sunshine in your life
         You're soaked by constant rain
         There is no hope that you can see
         The futures looking bleak
         What is the answer to your state
         Will you remain oblique.

         Thankfully there is someone
         Who wants to help you out
         He can delve into your past
         To turn your life about
         He is knocking on your door
         Be brave and ask Him in
         Together you will see the light
         The devil will not win.

            

         The seeds were planted years ago
         By faithful Christians in our town
         To break the chains of satans hold
         That bound the people, held them down
         Revival trickles into view
         The tide is turning in our land
         Washes clean the devils spoil
         Brings about a new command.

         Where are we in all of this
         What's our part to bring the change
         Will we put our Saviour first
         Comfy lives to rearrange
         We're the ones He wants to use
         Reaching people going to hell
         Can we be the ones who shine
         Releasing captives, time will tell.

               

         We all need a Lord to follow
         Helps us with our sense of worth
         Keeps us from the realms of darkness
         New creation, brand new birth
         If we keep our eyes upon us
         We will draw into ourselves
         Festering in pools of pity
         It is dangerous for our health.

         Set your eyes upon The Saviour
         He who died to set us free
         Give Him all your fears and problems
         He will help your eyes to see
         A way out of your doorless chasm
         There is nothing He can't do
         Has the strength to move a mountain
         Cling on tight, He'll get you through.

                       

         The Christian journeys' full of hills
         Some can be quite steep
         When gazing sadly at the top
         It makes you want to weep
         You sit there trying to summon up
         The strength your legs will need
         To clamber up that great big hill
         And finally succeed.

         Surely there's an easier way
         A short cut to the peak
         You're looking round for easier paths
         It's getting rather bleak
         Perhaps The Lord has other plans
         He wants you to obey
         Before that hill can be removed
         So you'll be on your way.
         

               

         Mounds of seaweed, piles of sand
         Lay dormant on the shore
         Then the waves come crashing in
         The defects are no more
         The beach is back to normal
         Untouched by human hand
         How I wish that could be me
         Devoid of worldly strand.

         Holy Spirit wash me clean
         As I invite You in
         To scour and purge my iffy bits
         That cause myself to sin
         I am a new creation
         Each time I have a wash
         Please help me lose some sin each time
         All my desires to quash.
         
   

               

         Behind the crumbling  old facade
         The scaffolding is rife
         A loving surgeon prunes away
         So careful with His knife
         Years of fear and bitterness
         Fall gently to the floor
         Darkness fading into light
         Patient one there's more.

         Jesus died that we may live
         He wants us to be free
         Pruning cuts out all decay
         That hampers you and me
         We may never reach the end
         There's so much more to do
         Let Him carry on the job
         It's well worth going through.
         

                   

         I've tried to give you everything
         I even gave My Son
         Provided you a blessed life
         Admired by everyone
         Receiving seems to be your thing
         But giving is a chore
         You do not spread My wealth around
         That's what My wealth is for.

         You ask for gifts of healing
         For prophecy and such
         But you don't really trust Me
         You love your wealth too much
         I've a vision for this place
         That only you can grant
         Take me at My solemn word
         There's no such word as can't.

         I love a cheerful giver
         I state that in My word
         I will keep you all afloat
         If you give undeterred
         The devil has a stronghold
         he hates it when we give
         Kick the cretin into touch
         And through Me learn to live.