My Sweet Lord...

MY SWEET LORD

I worship you in every single way

sing praises to your name day after day

Oh thank you thank you thank you My Sweet Lord

thank you that my salvation is assured

Forgive me Lord each time I go astray

forgive me when I fail you each day

I pray Sweet Lord that others will be saved

that they will no longer be enslaved

I pray that I can share your word each day

and know that you're the truth the life the way

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Bless The Lord...

BLESS THE LORD

Bless the Lord and worship Him for sure

praise His holy name for ever more

Forgive us Lord for failing you each day

for failing you in every single way

Thank you Father for giving us your son

to die to save us each and every one

We pray this wicked world will hear the call

and many will be saved despite the fall

We ask in Jesus Name that you will bless

everything we do when we confess

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May Day Poem 2017 (Nairobics version)

AND ANYTHING BIGGER THAN RHINOCEROS

Apprehend retribution and anything bigger than Rhinoceros

The city grows exponentially as the hoards of the poor increase

Nobody knows the fine art of devaluation like the corrupt

Bent as a nine bob note he goes for the proverbial jugular

Dollars and cents unimportant as the great wall of Chihuahua

All these self important people running around chasing their own tails

They’ll tell you anything they think you want to hear like it or not sideways

We’re both doing the same thing in different back yards digging doesn’t help

When the balloon goes up we all get burnt not just those that play with fire

We all try to make our mark sometimes too casually but someday…

Careful what you wish for there’s a ball and chain welded to that railing

Her smile is deadly and her voice will mesmerise you if you let it

Love is just out of reach just beyond the fence that you can’t jump over

Different cities will flash through your memory as you tune back in

Who are you and why/how often do you come to this great place to pray?

He walks out of the cathedral blinking in the warm sunlight outside

Everybody’s a number now they have all been fish chipped and tattooed

She thinks I’m following her in the rain with a broken umbrella

At the tailors he bought a suit had it altered smart as a Munchkin

Jointed disappointed… and anything bigger than Rhinoceros

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The original version of this piece is on my STSTS blog.

No Turning Back...

IT’S NOT JUST MONEY

Joy at last lasting joy peace the bells are ringing shouting screaming out

Rejoicing in the Saviour - where is He now - how do we live by faith

They set you up to let you down delighted when you fall and you will

Because everybody does and from a great height when they walk by sight

Even you and I there is no getting away from them when they come

Deadly as the different ones when they arrive beating down your door  

Who are you where are you what is your understanding of the whole thing

The situation that you have entangled yourself with for so long

The hole that you have dug for yourself deeper and deeper into debt

Down the darkest of slippery slopes until there is no turning back

Yet there is always a chance another way a change of direction

And a change of heart because it’s not just money that can break the bank

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All my NaPoWriMo posts are on my STSTS blog

Feeling Blue Song # 692

SO LONG SINCE

(THE LAST TIME)

This time last week

I was out with somebody new

She was unique

But now I’m feeling blue

All I did was sing her a song

And every little thing went wrong

So long since the last time

The national pastime...

This time last week

I was out with somebody new

She was unique

But now I’m feeling blue

All I did was sing her a song

And every little thing went wrong

Repeat

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Belfast Blues

WHERE DANDELIONS GROW

I met this girl she meant all the world to me

And nobody knows where dandelions grow but me

Surprise surprise she had brown eyes

Then when she smiled at me…

I melted when I heard her voice

She sounded so good and she understood

But nobody knows where dandelions grow but me

I met this girl she meant all the world to me

And nobody knows where dandelions grow but me

Surprise surprise she had brown eyes

Then when she smiled at me…

I melted when I heard her voice

She sounded so good and she understood

But nobody knows where dandelions grow but me

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For Cathy

PORTAFERRY

As I was going to Portaferry

Happy as Larry dee dandelion jam
I met a maiden but she didn’t care, Dun-drum dee...

She had brown eyes and beautiful hair

As she drove on to Portaferry

Dun-drum Dun-drum dee dandelion jam
Dun-drum Dun-drum dee dandelion jam

On the hill is Scrabo Tower says she
Happy as Larry dee dandelion jam

Up up the apples and pears she sang, Dun-drum dee...

She looked so sweet and ever so rare
As she drove on to Portaferry

Dun-drum Dun-drum dee dandelion jam
Dun-drum Dun-drum dee dandelion jam

We took the Tom and Jerry to Strangford

Happy as Larry dee dandelion jam

For to watch The Grand National there, Dun-drum dee...

My horse Vicente fell at the first fence

Her thoroughbred looked as lively as Ned

Dun-drum Dun-drum dee dandelion jam
Dun-drum Dun-drum dee dandelion jam

It must have been something that I said

Happy as Larry dee dandelion jam

I should cut my tongue right out of my head, Dun-drum dee...

Such a sweet maiden but she didn’t care
We took the boat back to Portaferry

Dun-drum Dun-drum dee dandelion jam
Dun-drum Dun-drum dee dandelion jam

The Lough was choppy and cold as we crossed

Happy as Larry dee dandelion jam

Castles and Abbeys, ruins everywhere, Dun-drum dee...
So much to see and so much to share
When we drove down to Portaferry

Dun-drum Dun-drum dee dandelion jam
Dun-drum Dun-drum dee dandelion jam

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NaPoWriMo 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017

All my NaPoWriMo posts this year are on my 
Straight Talking Street Talking Sweet...  bloggage.

Artistic as art deco

MUCH TOO LATE

(TO RETREAT)

Devastated by it all

Waiting for it to happen

It’s unreal

My friends all look like old men

They look the way that I feel

Suddenly

Football for gladiators

More than an arena game

Score or die

The moon on a lolly stick

Stuck waiting for the cheese man

To come home

Dripping like honey

Begging for the biggest half

Cereal killers

My premeditated sin

The hellishness of Hades

God save me

Last day of January

Cold but not really too cold

Could be snow

Pointless as eyeless needles

You really have been stitched up

Kipperville

Artistic as art deco

Waterboarding in Cuba

Dodge Sedan

The night that the roof fell in

Coincided with the blitz

On London

His personal soup kitchen

Eating for Australia

Down under

Constructing with plastic bricks

The Lego camper van man

Went camping

Burnt by the rub of the green

The ball ends up in the rough

And tumbles

Happy to talk to herself

She sits around chunnering

About things

There is a message for you

You chose to be here with me

Together 

Leave it for they can’t take it

We need to make it easy

For the few

Alcohol and drugs don’t mix

Why upset the apple cart

Calvados

Wintering in Tenerife

Snow atop of Mount Teide

Hit the beach

She waits for that special star

Hanging behind the dark cloud

And follows

If nothing lasts for ever

Why is forever nothing

Mind bending

Straight as a broken arrow

Flying in the midday sun

On target

If you’re in you’re in too deep

Suddenly it’s much too late

To retreat

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All of the words (that I never wrote down)...

OUT OF MY HANDS

Jesus my life my Lord and my saviour

Not what I want but what you want for me

I would be crazy to doubt your power

You made the lame walk and the blind to see

Jesus I’m watching and reading your word

So Lord please make me to listen to you

Your love is greater than that of this world

It’s out of my hands the things that you do

Every little song that I sing is here

All of the words that I never wrote down

It’s so good to know to know you are near

And that you will be with me in this town

Great clouds of witnesses gather around

To listen to this sweet lyrical sound

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Song #680

HAPPY PEOPLE

We are happy people

From a mythical place

Under the spotlight

We are happy people

We are happy people

From a mythical place

Under the spotlight

We are happy people

Outside Jersey Street Mill

There stands a Jack with his Jill

Singing nursery rhymes

From a mythical time

Under the gas light

They are a happy couple

In Ancoats Cottonopolis

There is so much bliss

Jill singing to her man

Jack be nimble - if you can

Under the street light

They are a happy couple

A shoe shop assistant

In that mythical age

But Jill was insistent

She could have been on stage

Under the spotlight

They are a happy couple

We are happy people

From a mythical place

Under the spotlight

We are happy people

We are happy people

From a mythical place

Under the spotlight

We are happy people

Repeat

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