His Blue-print

He holds the blue-print of my life
In tender caring hands
No randomness, coincidence
No circumstance unplanned
And as I fret and then forget
Whose hand in control
He replies to thankless sighs
With love to save my soul

He beholds my bitter tears
The fruit of my mistakes
He beholds my doubt and fears
The twists and turns I take
My stubborn pride draws me aside
Whilst sadly I must learn
Yet patiently He waits for me
The prodigal’s return

He holds the blue-print of my life
In His all-knowing hand
He desires my trust in Him
Though I don’t understand
If I resign to His design
Instead of asking ‘why’
I rest in this; His promise is
A mansion in the sky

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Janet Martin

Do not let your heart be troubled.
Trust in God; trust also in me. John 14:1

Perfect World

If we lived in a perfect world we'd all love one another
There'd be no animosity betwixt any brother
And everyone would choose their love, forever love their choice
We would all be gentle and would never raise our voice

We would not misunderstand anothers good intention
And of their grandest failures we would never once make mention
We'd bear each others burdens gladly walk the second mile
And at the cruelest insult we would just forgive and smile

Every lost and homeless soul would have a place to sleep
And mothers for their prodigals would never need to weep
There'd be a loving family for every boy and girl
Their innocence protected if this was a perfect world

But it’s a world of sin and shame, a planet sadly marred
Failure, sorrow, fear and pain can leave us badly scarred
Yet in the power of the Cross lies hopes most precious pearl
Salvation that will carry us to Heavens perfect world

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