Goodbye 2015

The year is nearly over

2016  is almost here,

Let's look forward to the future,

Not waste another year!

Let's keep on moving onward

Towards our heavenly home,

Where Jesus is our Captain,

And sin and sorrow gone.

Let's set our hearts t'wards Zion,

That holy, heavenly mountain,

Where angels worship the holy King

Our pure and living Fountain!

© Carolyn Davison 31st December 2015 written at 23:40

A Haiku?

Posted this on Twitter on August 13th (I made it up)

Jesus on the cross, 

Died to become my Saviour,

Living now for Him

Two Lions

Cecil, oh Cecil,

Jungle's king

Strong and mighty

O'er everything

Leader supreme

O'er all your pride

"How beautiful, majestic!"

The people cried.

Cecil, oh Cecil,

Out in the sun,

A hunter came

With his hunting gun.

One shot or two,

And down he fell.

Undignified death,

Pain! Who can tell?

Jesus, oh Jesus,

Universe's King.

Ruler Supreme

Over everything.

Creator, Sustainer

Of all Creation,

Redeemer and Saviour,

In every nation.

Jesus, oh Jesus

God's only Son

Died on the cross

All His work done

Not one sin nor two

But ALL He atoned.

Now in the heavens

The Lord is enthroned

So come to the Lion,

The Ruler of all.

Not Cecil, but Jesus,

Your name, does He call

© Carolyn Davison 3rd August 2015

For What Profit is it?

For what profit is it

To gain all the riches in the world

When you could lose it in one day

If the markets crash?

For what profit is it

To own a huge house in the country

When thieves could break in and steal 

All of your precious possessions?

For what profit is it 

To own the latest and greatest big car

When it could rust away to nothing

If it's scratched by a tiny stone?

For what profit is it 

To own the largest clothes wardrobe ever

When one little moth could destroy it

With it's minute babies?

For what profit is it

To gain the whole world for a lifetime

Only to spend eternity in hell -

A place with no emergency exit? 

© Carolyn Davison 4th July 2015

Missing the Beat

Your mother throws you on the street

As soon as the sun will rise! 

Bottle in her hand

Glaze across her eyes.

There's one thing you've never known -

The beat of a loving heart;

To sing in tune with society -

Building walls becomes your art

You look to all your friends

Cos that's where you think you will find peace

But will they really stick by you

When ya hunted by the police?

There's one thing you've never known -

The beat of a loving heart;

To sing in tune with society -

Building walls becomes your art.

You do not respect adults

Cos of the void in your soul

Cos of the way your parents treat you

They make you feel so low

There's one thing you've never known -

The beat of a loving heart;

To sing in tune with society -

Building walls becomes your art

You build up walls of resistance

Cos your heart can't take the strain

You've been hurt once too often,

Been left out in the rain.

There's one thing you've never known -

The beat of a loving heart;

To sing in tune with society -

Building walls becomes your art.

You do bad things to get noticed

So the focus is on YOU

But deep inside your heart

You haven't got a clue. 

There's one thing you've never known -

The beat of a loving heart;

To sing in tune with society -

Building walls becomes your art

There's One who can lift you from the pit

Of anger and despair

One who loves with ALL His heart

And for YOU, is always there!

There's one thing you've never known -

The beat of His loving heart

To be able to sing in tune to Him

You can be set apart.

©Carolyn Davison 10th May 2014

Dedicated to all those young people who don't know the love and encouragement their parents should give them!

Fame and Fortune

You took me to a mountain top 

To show me earth's span.

You said I'd be adored

By every woman, every man.

You said I could party

Until the night was through

So long as I gave up my soul

And only worshipped you!

You said I could have riches

A manager and new friends,

Massive houses, loads of diamonds

Lots of Mercedes-Benz.

You said I could have anything

This world could offer me,

I could be my own person

Independent, cool and free.

So I gave up all my old friends,

Got new ones - just like me

Rich, with massive houses,

Footloose and fancy free.

I thought I had the world's attention

I began to worship fame

My attitude was changing

I got a brand new name.

I partied through the darkness,

I thought that I felt whole,

But the dark was not outside me,

It filled up all my soul.

I thought I had my life together,

I was on a fairground ride -

But it was so far from the truth

I was dying from inside. 

I spent all of my money

On cars and lots of jewels

I declared myself bankrupt

Because I played the fool.

My new friends, they disowned me

Because my cash was spent,

Nothing, now belonged to me

I couldn't afford my rent. 

The only friends I have now

Are my needle and my bong.

You told me I would rule the world,

But everything's gone wrong.

I've lost all my old friends,

My new ones have gone too,

Because I was so greedy

And I'd listened to you. 

© Carolyn Davison 8th April 2014

False Religion and True Faith

Church men, hard as nails,

No emotion,

Watched as each slave was

Loaded onto a ship.

"It's fine to be hard,

These are not human,

On Sunday we will

Show our devotion.

We will justify our evil

To God. He will understand!"

But the God of creation

Looks down from above, 

With a heart of anger

And wrath.

The deceitfulness of sin

Ruins the inner man.

No more can he stand

Before the God he proclaims

As his own.

Disobedience, like a huge wall

Separates man from his Creator.

False religion

Blasphemous religion.

Men destined by their own arrogance

To spend eternity in hell

Black slave, with changed heart,

Full of emotion,

Prays to God each day,

Not for himself, but for 

The soul of his cruel master.

Every minute of each day

He is filled with true devotion.

Every stripe on his bare back 

Reminds him of where he stands,

Redeemed by the One who died for him.

He's safe in his Saviour's hands.

This man in chains is free in a way

His master could never imagine. 

Now he can stand 

Before the God he proclaims

As his own.

Not in this life, will he be free,

But the life which is to come.

He will live in eternity.

True faith is his,

Salvation is his.

Saved from himself,

Destined by his faith

To spend eternity in heaven.

© Carolyn Davison 6th December 2013

Lost Love - Lost Life

As I sat on the platform

Waiting for my train

Puddles like huge lakes

Made by lashing rain.

I looked up and I saw you,

Coat ragged and torn.

Whisky bottle in your hand

Started drinking in the morn.

Lost love, lost life.

Losing all your money

Losing kids and your wife.

Finding comfort in the bottle

And the voices in your head,

Begging on the platform,

Although your spirit's dead.

Eyes are so empty

Hiding so much pain.

Wishing you could go back

And start your life again.

Heart filled with bitterness

So much pain in your soul,

No money to your name,

You cannot claim the dole.

Lost love, lost life.

Losing all your money

Losing kids and your wife.

Finding comfort in the bottle

And the voices in your head,

Begging on the platform,

Although your spirit's dead.

People will not go near you,

They think you are a stain

On their cosy, comfortable lives

To them you are a bane.

They do not know your past

You had a job and a wife,

A big house in the country

And a very rich life.

Lost love, lost life.

Losing all your money

Losing kids and your wife.

Finding comfort in the bottle

And the voices in your head,

Begging on the platform,

Although your spirit's dead.

You may not be the man I knew,

Your heart is filled with pain.

You may feel lost and empty 

As you sit there in the rain.

But love is something you can find

It isn't totally lost

The greatest love which can be found

Is at the foot of the cross.

Great life, great love.

Ruler of the nations

Came to earth from heaven above.

He lived a life of poverty,

Had no pillow for His head.

He sat with social outcasts

By compassion He was led.

© Carolyn Davison 10th August 2013

Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends. (John 15:13)

Baby - A Treasure

Tiny child with skin so smooth

Hair so soft

Small fingers clutching mother's hand

A treasure more precious than

Silver or gold

Snubby nose on gentle face

Sleepy eyes

Tiny feet kick in freedom

A treasure more precious

Than diamond gem

Minute nails on feet and hands

Curling toes

Gentle cry and tender laughter

A treasure more precious

Than kingly crown

© Carolyn Davison 24th July 2013

Caught

Your life felt so empty!

You needed a man

To fill up your heart

Like no other one can

You felt very lonely!

You wanted into his life!

Even though he was married

To a beautiful wife!

So you dressed in rich garments;

Put make-up on your face.

You wanted to steal him;

Take up his wife's place.

Adorning your hair

With oil and with jewels;

You thought you were safe

And that you were nobody's fool!

So in the light of the day,

You met up with this man!

You thought you were loved

By the touch of his hand!

Caught in the act,

There was nowhere to run!

The shame of being caught;

In the heat of the sun!

You knew what the score was,

When you set out to tempt!

The law says you must be stoned,

You are not exempt!

The Pharisees grabbed her

And brought her to the Son.

"In the law of the prophets,

Stoning must be done!"

Jesus, Son of Mary,

Wrote on the ground;

Not looking at the Pharisees,

Not making a sound!

The Pharisees kept asking,

Trying to trick,

But Jesus looked up calmly,

His answer was slick!

"He that is without sin among you,

Let him first cast a stone!"

Pricked by their consciences,

They made their way home!

He looked at the woman,

"Where are those who accuse?

Has no man condemned you?"

She said, with nothing to lose!

"No man, My Lord

Accused me, I am sure!"

"Neither do I condemn you!

Go and sin no more!"

© Carolyn Davison 14th June 2013