Another day in the warehouse
On the nightshift
Moving around pallets with my forklift
I don’t know why people
Buy from this place
It’s overpriced and really a waste
It provides my salary, so I shouldn’t complain
So, from saying so publicly, I’ll refrain
Padre
Was it a trick of the light?
Or was something there?
The shadowy image
That gave us a scare
Was it a face in the window
that we did observe?
I should really go check,
but I don’t have the nerve
Padre
When shadows of sorrow surround you
And no one really knows what to say
You feel loss’ burden upon your heart
And it feels that it might be there to stay
Remember your comforter is not one earthly bound
Your grief’s release shall be at the throne found
Find your brightness in His care
Remember that He and His children for you care
Padre
vernal
the birthing season of the year
emerging emerald
sun-kissed, refreshed
anew
Padre
It was a moment historic
Dignitaries arriving a queen to proclaim
The moment proved quite hysteric
I really don’t know who’s to blame
For when the great and good were gathered
And it really was a shame
Someone had a misstep
And trod upon her train
This caused her to stumble
Not an auspicious start to a reign
Padre
Oh, burier of talents, why do you sleep?
There is so much more for you to do
Let not fear dampen your resolve
To use what God in you did imbue
Though the world may seem a scary place
With pitfalls awaiting at every turn
But you have been equipped to overcome
If only the lesson of trust you will learn
For if you honour the giver of your skills
And value the treasures in your care
Then you will make profits manifest
And with all the world you’ll share
Padre
Matthew 25:14–30
Labourers are striking all over the land
Politicians claim, “It’s all out of hand”
But if you stop and ask workers, the question “why?”
It will be plain that all they want
Is a fair piece of the pie
Millionaires and the political classes
Get richer by the day
All that we are asking,
Is that we get fairer pay
Padre
The windows did rattle
With the low pass
Jet engines rumbled
Despite three panes of glass
Such interruptions
Are a daily thing
If you live in the flight path
Of an Air Force wing
Padre
placid
reservoir smooth
kinetic force disguised
until awakened as torrents
released
Padre
Night will pass
Its gloom shall be gone*
Wiped away
By the joy of dawn
Be it hardship
Or the bondage of chains
Joy shall still be our refrain**
Our troubles may seem many
But they shall subside
As with joyful expectation
In Christ’s example we abide***
For as Jesus was lifted
After His pain
We too shall be raised
And victory gain****
Padre
*Psalm 30:1-5
**Philippians 1
***Hebrews 12:2-3
****2 Corinthians 4
Thank you Pastor Vince for your message on joyful expectation.
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