A lady strengthened and renewed in faith
A model of one uplifted by grace
She who reminded us
That “God will hold your hand!!x”
Now rewarded
Summoned by Him to Gloryland
Padre
Our thoughts are with Pastors Vince and Lisa in their time of grief
Jesus made sacrifice and for us did serve
Giving us favour, more than we deserve
He set an example of how we should be
To live for others, not selfishly
It may be tempting to with the Jones up to keep
But our true calling is to care for those who weep
So now it’s our time to others serve
And our own indulgence to curb
Padre
To enter the “conveniences” while abroad
You might encounter things – to Anglos quite odd
The loo will be attended, “not a private space”
You may well glance up from the toilet
To see a woman’s face
Privacy I guess is not universal
But I wish I had some, at least at the urinal
Padre
It seems a bit strange to me
That things are not what they used to be
Prices rise day by day
And potholes are eating the roads away
Why is that these things don’t last?
Or at least why are they changing so very fast?
Padre
To move without aids is a thing which brings stress
A situation when I was younger – ignored like the rest
But with age and injury, I now move more slow
And have to plan out the details of everyplace I go
To be unsure of each and every step
To trust in appliances especially when it’s wet
These are the things which are daily faced
Overlooked by others sharing the same space
Padre
Written in frustration by those not in need using disabled bays
The present was too heavy for the post to deliver
The option of postage was thus refused to the giver
What was the cause of this epic fail?
They tried to send an elephant in the mail
Padre
It is often repeated
‘Tis oft times said
That facing life alone
Can fill one with dread
But there is no need
To solitary face
This life that you lead
The track of your race
For there is a companion
A shoulder to upon lean
A friend and a comforter
Supportive – serene
He is the Good Shepherd
He’ll show you the way
Of green pastures and still waters
Day after day
Padre
Be it falling houses
Or kids in a cage
Witchocide is increasing
A fantasy outrage
Cannot an antagonist
Get a fair break
Why must the “hero”
The victory take?
Padre
I don’t quite remember
The time or the place
That I first saw
His now famous face
But ever since that inaugural day
He’s been on our screens
Prominently displayed
Sometimes for good
Sometimes for ill
But I am sure
That he’s on there still
Padre
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