Just a little poem wot I wrote

I don’t want to be a God Botherer.

(it’s good to talk)
I don’t want to be a God botherer
Pestering Him when things go wrong...
Be a stranger,
Not bother with Him
Til life bites me on the bum


I don’t want to be one of those
Who shouts their prayers
To make them look sincere...
One of those who wave their arms about
Like a windmill,
Don’t want to start every sentence
With Lord , Lord!
And as if God’s forgotten His name
Repeat again and again

When I pray I want to be talking to my Father
Not a stranger,
Sharing my most intimate thoughts...
Tell Him how good it is to be
A child of God...
Talking to someone
Who knows me better than I know my self!
Telling Abba Father, how much I love Him...
Even though He is the Lord of All
He still have time for me.

I want be beside Him, all day
So when I want to tell Him something
I don’t have to wait...
I want to tell Him what’s going on
Even though He already knows...
Some one to hold hands with
When I’m feeling scared,
And someone to to go frolicking with
In the rain...
And to rest in His arms
Watching the sun go down.

I don’t want to be a stranger
But have Him as my best friend...
Hear Him calling me
By my first name...
And when I ask
He says,
“No bother,
I’ve got time to chat right now...
I want Father God to be...
Someone who’s always there
For a right good chin wag!”
 
I must confess I do enjoy a good old pity party occasionally but sometimes get stuck in the mire, then....


Move on

It doesn’t matter
Where you’ve been
That’s all behind you now...

Move on

Don’t wallow in condemnation
Concentrating on the past,
Waste life wishing
If only...

Move on

Stop navel gazing
You’ll only find belly fluff!
Forget pity parties
And all that negative stuff...

Move on

Can’t change the past
That’s what you are,
Keep the best,
Dump the rest!

Move on

Don’t be deceived
With the world,
It doesn’t matter
Who you were
That’s behind you now...

Move on

Don’t put your hand
To the plough
And wish you hadn’t
Can’t go back

Move on

Don’t get left behind
Running fast,
Not moving, stood still,
can’t catch up

Move on

You’ve only one life
Live it!
Don’t waste it!
you’re
Hard wired to survive
Hard wired to succeed

Move on!

Restore in our lives
What the world has robbed,
Restore every heart
that’s broken,

Move on

When it’s time to move on
Cos life here is done,
And heaven is ready
to welcome you home...
Do not waste time
Wondering if it’s you
they are calling

Move on
 
When

When you’ve done your best
And it’s not quite good enough
And someone takes over
Cos they want it finished right
And the first thing you think is
Take the beam out of your eye
Before you deal with the splinter
In my life first

When your pressured to help
And your skills aren’t up to scratch
And warn ‘others could do a better job’
You do your best but
It’s obvious it’s not right
Do you pack up your tools
And walk away

But when you are working
For father in heaven
Doesn’t matter if your skilled or not
Because He chose you
He has chosen the foolish things to confound the wise;
the weak things to confound the mighty;
If concentrate on being faithful
not successful
You’ll hear God say
“That’ll do”


N.B.
In Yorkshire the old saying ‘That’ll do’
means “you did us proud / well done”
 
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Can’t get Excited about God?
By a team God supporter

So... I can stand on the side lines and cheer
When my team wins the league?
Or when England wins the world cup
(As if)
When Wales win the six nations
(We was robbed)...

When we win the ashes back
I can cheer, jump about and wave my hands
Sing my voice horse and hug me mates
But people look down their noses
When I get excited about God?

What do you mean?
There’s a time and place
You just said we’re to worship God
And why do I have to wear a suit?
Is this the new team strip, or what?
I’m having to sit on my hands
To stop waving them about
Them pews, they’re so narrow,
I can’t jump about
And the pew doors are shut
Stops me dancing down the isles...
The hymn tunes. They don’t make a good chant...
And we’re only allowed to sing them once
What’s that all about!...

God... saved me from sin and hell
Surly that’s a reason to shout...
Promised eternal life
So why can’t I get excited about that?

We’ve life in the premier league
Whilst here on earth,
And what’s waiting for us when we get promoted
Is beyond belief!!!

I’m so excited I’m about to burst
Want to chant Jesus name!
Want to make a noise, tell the world
I’m part of team God!
I think I’ll start a Mexican wave
In the choir stalls
Chant the name Jesus,
Cos we’ve got the victory

Next Sunday
With my shackles gone,
Wearing my shorts
In team colours
Wave my scarf
I’ll conga right down the isles
Shout a victory chant
Do a glory march round the car park
Jump up and down...
Hire an open top bus,
Go for a victory parade
Right through the middle of town!!!
Maybe not...

Maybe I’ll just raise my hands..
Just a little bit
In the chorus of the last verse
Clap my hands on the off beat
Sit at the back of the church
So I can do an unseen little jig,
Sway my hips, slide my feet
I’ve got to do something
I’m fit to burst
As reverence is not my default mode!

I want to get excited about my Jesus
Give a shout out for my God
Hey...
Look out... Satan’s just scored an own goal!
 
Hello Alan;

God bless you and thank you, again, for sharing Jesus with everyone. I have been struggling with moments of frustration these last few days, problem at the furniture store, impatience with a family member, the bloody wi-fi not working at church.

After I catch myself I realized that things happen but instead of accepting and Move On it lingers with me for a couple of days.

I'm much better today, Praise Him. God used your poem (Move On) to help remind me.

God bless you and your family, brother.
 
Why?

I can stay late up watching tv
Read a book, play computer games
But as soon as I sit and spend some time with Jesus
I fall asleep

Doesn’t matter whether I just got up
Or just before I go to bed
Siting with my morning coffee
Or taking time out with lunch...
Sit down,
Empty my mind Of all worldly things
Open my bible to get inspired
And zonk, I’m fast asleep 💤

I can sympathise
With the disciples
But they’d had a long day
sat in a lovely garden
They couldn’t stay awake
I really don’t want Jesus
To get up set with me
Like He did with them

I tried drinking strong coffee
Splashing my face with cold water
Sitting on a hard seat
I didn’t get to the end of the first line
Of my bible verse
As hard as I tried
I was .... gone... fast asleep💤

I don’t snore
Which is an advantage
When I’m in the prayer group
But the minister was putting the world right
And brother Jim prayed the world tour
To keep awake I counted the floor tiles...
But that was a big mistake
It were just like counting sheep
I was gone, fast asleep

A sharp poke in my ribs
Was it my turn to pray?
had I slept through coffee and cakes?
I was well away with the fairies
In a right good deep sleep

Me...

I was just having a vision...
Sitting at Jesus feet
 
Come on!

No point in wearing yourself out
On the treadmill of prayer
When you don’t believe
Jesus will do what you ask.
No point in praying halfheartedly
Just in case
He doesn’t answer your prayer...
Don’t bother praying
‘If it’s your will’
But pray
‘Your will be done!’

COME ON!

Start to believe
Battle on your knees
Start to see the vision
God has got for this place!
Start to believe
God is moving
Throughout this land
And not passing us by

Expect to see mountains move
Into the sea
Flames leaping out from bushes
That don’t burn...
Let the flames burn in our hearts
When doing Prayer battles
In the heavenly realm!

COME ON!

Put on the full armour of God
Although the battle still rages
The victory,
Gods already won!

In Jesus name
Get on your knees
Mean what you say
Say what you mean
Become Gods prayer warrior
Let your prayers be
Yea, and amen!

Answer the call
Expect the unexpected
As God reveals His plan

Are you ready,
For your twenty first century
Way of doing church
Are you up for the challenge?
then shout...

Yea and Amen !
 
Alan Heeley said:
Come on!

No point in wearing yourself out
On the treadmill of prayer
When you don’t believe
Jesus will do what you ask.
No point in praying halfheartedly
Just in case
He doesn’t answer your prayer...
Don’t bother praying
‘If it’s your will’
But pray
‘Your will be done!’

COME ON!

Start to believe
Battle on your knees
Start to see the vision
God has got for this place!
Start to believe
God is moving
Throughout this land
And not passing us by

Expect to see mountains move
Into the sea
Flames leaping out from bushes
That don’t burn...
Let the flames burn in our hearts
When doing Prayer battles
In the heavenly realm!

COME ON!

Put on the full armour of God
Although the battle still rages
The victory,
Gods already won!

In Jesus name
Get on your knees
Mean what you say
Say what you mean
Become Gods prayer warrior
Let your prayers be
Yea, and amen!

Answer the call
Expect the unexpected
As God reveals His plan

Are you ready,
For your twenty first century
Way of doing church
Are you up for the challenge?
then shout...

Yea and Amen !
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Awesome and uplifting poem!
Just the kind of thing I needed to hear today.
Thankyou so much Alan.😊
 
Alan Heeley said:
Come on!

No point in wearing yourself out
On the treadmill of prayer
When you don’t believe
Jesus will do what you ask.
No point in praying halfheartedly
Just in case
He doesn’t answer your prayer...
Don’t bother praying
‘If it’s your will’
But pray
‘Your will be done!’

COME ON!

Start to believe
Battle on your knees
Start to see the vision
God has got for this place!
Start to believe
God is moving
Throughout this land
And not passing us by

Expect to see mountains move
Into the sea
Flames leaping out from bushes
That don’t burn...
Let the flames burn in our hearts
When doing Prayer battles
In the heavenly realm!

COME ON!

Put on the full armour of God
Although the battle still rages
The victory,
Gods already won!

In Jesus name
Get on your knees
Mean what you say
Say what you mean
Become Gods prayer warrior
Let your prayers be
Yea, and amen!

Answer the call
Expect the unexpected
As God reveals His plan

Are you ready,
For your twenty first century
Way of doing church
Are you up for the challenge?
then shout...

Yea and Amen !
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Yeah I'm ready Alan Heeley
You write some great stuff.
 
It’s those little things

It’s those little things
That seem so unimportant
That go on every day
The things we take for granted
We’ll miss them when they’re not there

Ok we pray for world revival
And peace throughout the earth
For hurricane that ripped through our local town...
Floods that destroyed communities
Did I say pray for peace
And reconciliation?
Wars and devastation
World leaders
And the next climate plans?

It was when I went into the garden
And the robin came to say “hello “
That the verses in the bible
Hit me right between the eyes
Matthew 6. 26
Reminded me that God
Who made the world
Put everything in place
Took time out this morning
From running the universe
To tend to his sparrows
Made sure the robin was fed



God of all creation
Can spend time on these little things
Just for this morning
My prayer list
The usual monologue
Can take second place...
God know every item
In my prayer journal
He can even recite it along with me
It doesn’t change...
So sat in the garden this morning
I thank you God for His creation
A good place to start,
Then I’ll thank God
That He knows me
Better than I know my self
Then I think I tell Him
How good it is
To be a child of God
Then I’ll shut up and listen
A bit worried what’s God is going to say...

I first heard nature
Birds singing out their love songs
To the King of Kings...
Then I heard the bull frog
Croaking out the off beat
With the crickets singing the fiddly bits
To make the overture complete.
It’s out there every morning
A new song every day
Somehow I missed it
Concentrating on higher things


Next time I get gardening
And complain about the
Slugs and snails
That the greenfly are eating my roses
And weeds are choking my plants
God reminded me
All them little insects
Were created and have a place
He created the bees to pollenate
To keep the world fed🙏
 
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Sorted

We don’t have to figure it out
God said,

“sorted”...

We don’t have to wallow in self doubt
Been there done that got the T shirt...
Jesus said,

“Sorted”...

There’s now’t that you’re going through
No problem that has no answer
No path you have wandered down
Where He can can’t say...

“Sorted”

No prayer uttered He’s not heard
no act of love goes unnoticed
No step of faith
Where Father says

“Sorted”

I know He’s not Welsh
He made the whole world,
But in whatever language
You speak
Put him to the test

“Sorted!”
 
One chance

You only get one chance
To make a first impression
How do we react?
With anger , disgust
Indignation?
Making our feelings known?

Is our first reaction
To storm in with guns blazing
Giving them both barrels
Preaching Hell fire and Damnation
Thats told them straight...
Leave them in no doubt
Where they’re going...
Sending them straight to hell

What would Jesus do?
See them through Father’s eyes
Loving the sinner not the sin
Get next to unlovely people
Out of our comfort zone

Do we forget ourselves?
Show them Jesus
like He revealed Himself to us?
Not that I’m reeling from one of Gods
He’ll fire storm troopers,
Just asking for a friend
 
Another grey Day in Paradise


Woke up
Looked out the window
Stretched
Had a scratch
Rubbed my eyes
Took a second look
And thought
Another grey day in paradise
Here on earth today

The sun,
It’s hiding
Behind the clouds
Drizzly rain
Windy
Nothing special
Going on
Another grey day in paradise
Here on earth today

Went down stairs
Made coffee
Burnt the toast
Looked out the window
The clouds
They hadn’t moved
The world,
It’s in a Grey Day
Kinda mood
Another grey day in paradise
Here on earth today

Took me coffee
Back upstairs
What’s the point
Of Getting dressed
Going out
When the Sun
Can’t be bothered
To break through
And shine
Another grey day in Paradise
Here on earth today

Nothing in the papers
To get excited about
Nothing on TV
Only repeats
This calls for
A duvet day
Dive back into bed
pull the covers
Back over my head
Another grey day in paradise
Here on earth today

Time stood still
Can’t
Get back to sleep
I took a peek
Though I’d give
It a second chance
But no change
Still
Another grey day in paradise
Here on earth today

Can’t find that dip
In the mattress
That
Holds me safe
Like
Resting in Jesus arms
When I sleep
Looked at the world
Through human eyes
Forgot
My faith
Just saw
A grey day in paradise
Here on earth today

The Suns still up there
Shining out
Behind
The clouds
But
I just couldn’t see it
Today
It’s hard to believe
Hiding
Under the duvet
Another grey day in paradise
Here on earth today


Another day wasted
Cos when I rose
I didn’t send Jesus
To the window first
To see
Through His eyes
The world
HE made
Just saw
Another grey day in paradise
Here on earth today

Hiding away
I missed what
Father had in store
Could had gone for walks
In the hills
Smelt the
New moan hay
Heard
Birds singing
In spite It being
Another grey day in paradise
Here on earth today

Me get up and go
Has got up and gone
I’ll give it
A few more moments
Hit the snooze button
Close my eyes
Take some time out
With Jesus
Before
looking out
To see the world
Listen
while
He tells me about
The plan for today
What
We’re gonna do
What
We’re gonna say
To brighten up
Another
Grey day
In paradise
Here
On earth
Today...
 
loved the poem Alan...those duvet days are one of my signs that...

Hiding away
I missed what
Father had in store
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its so true! that when our minds are judging we believe our judgements instead of just acknowling them and that's when ive noticed an opening and He tends to soften my view

thanks
 
I believe help my unbelief


Why am I asking God
If it’s your will
And not praying your will be done?
Why am I hedging my bets,
Just in case...
I’m not on the same page
As God

Why am I we seeing a glass half empty
When God promised it will never run dry
Why am I backwards
In coming forward?
When it comes to believing
God can still do it
In a twenty first century church?

Why am I embarrassed
When it comes to nailing
My colours to the mast ,
Letting people see what
I’m believing...
Compromise the gospel
To spare my feelings

Why?

Why is it I take the least point of resistance,
So not to offend...
Why am I so worried about what
They may say...
If I don’t tell them
They’ll be going to hell

Why do I find it so hard,
To share my faith
And not just keep to myself ?
When You’ve done so much for me?
Why can’t I be the disciple
You’ve destined me to be...

Lord, I believe, help my unbelief
 
No way am I perfect Angel
But Jesus is The King of Kings

No way am I perfect
A goody two shoes
Believe it or not
I can be grumpy
Show my temper
Say harsh words

Ask my wife
She can complete the list
Drinking, swearing
Not caring
What the world thinks of me,

O.k I say I’m a Christian
What a hypocrite
Saying I believe in God
And act like that?
Well tough, that’s me!

It’s because it’s the way I am
that Jesus got next to meeting
It’s not for who I am
But for what He sees in me,

Don’t think I’ll ever make an angel
A rough diamond in the making
That’s me
Not got full control of my tongue yet
But God’s working on that
But being one of Gods storm troopers
sound good to me

It takes guts to be a God follower
To man up and recognise...
That Jesus forgave your sins
To turn the other cheek
Not retaliate

To be one of Gods crew
To go into the world as Gods wing man
Preach the gospel
Do what God asks
Then at the end of the week...
Go have a pie and a pint
With Jesus
I wouldn’t have it no other way



I’m just a practicing Christian
And haven’t got it right yet
Hopefully on day ....
It’s time to nail your colours to the cross
It’s a man thing
 
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