David W Measures Ministries International Poetry
The Donkey’s Tale
A wedding was on the horizon,
Of Mary and my master Joe,
They had been engaged for a while now,
But, I think there’s much more you should know.
One night I awoke and heard voices,
One sober and yet it quite sweet,
The other was that of my master,
It stirred me right out of my sleep.
‘Do not be afraid to make Mary your wife’,
The voice of an Angel no less,
‘By the Spirit of God she has been overcome,
And of Mary she will be called Blessed’.
‘The babe she will bare is the firstborn of God,
Jesus is the name you will give,
His people to save from their sins he has come,
And through him God with us will live’.
The Government called for census,
Some work this really will make,
To count all the people in Israel,
A journey we now have to take.
Mary I carried (my precious load),
Joseph, he walked by my side,
Through valleys o’er hilltops the winding path went,
Till at last the Town we espied.
The streets are so busy in Bethlehem’s town,
Far more than a grand market day,
With donkeys and carts and a huge camel train,
‘NO ROOM’ the Inn keepers say.
I feared the worst, but they had one more try,
‘Sorry no room, oh! Just wait’,
With a quick look at Mary the fellow replied,
‘There’s a stable out back for you mate’.
‘I’ll take it’ said Joe ‘whatever the cost,
As long as it’s dry and not damp’,
He lead the way and what a surprise,
A cosy old shed, with a lamp.
The stable ooh, it was lovely,
Our journey at last at an end,
There’s sheep with some lambs, some cows and a duck,
Do you know? I’ve made some new friends.
During the night something strange did occur,
A star shone so bright overhead,
That very same night Mary gave birth to a boy,
And placed him where I’m usually fed.
What joy to behold right under my nose,
To the babe my heart wants to yield,
Then some shepherds came in with a story to tell,
Leaving their sheep in the field.
Peacefully watching their flock on the hill,
An angel appeared full of light,
‘Fear not for I bring you good news of great joy’,
Although he just filled them with fright.
‘For all people today, a Saviours been born
He’s the Lord, he is the Christ
The Heavenly babe in a stable you’ll find,
Glory to God in the highest’.
When all fear had gone they spoke of this news,
‘This thing that has happened let’s see’,
When they came in and saw what the angel had said,
They bowed and they fell to their knees.
They returned to their flock full of wonder and praise,
Spreading the news as they went,
Telling of all that the angel had said,
Of the Saviour that has now been sent.
Some time had passed by and more visitors came,
They’d searched and had come from afar,
With a visit to Herod to inquire of the king,
They’d followed that really bright star.
These fellows were magi from far in the east,
Trying to find out some news
Of the one they had come to worship and see,
The one who is King of the Jews.
Herod was cross at the thought of that news,
That the Jews would have their own King,
‘Where would he be born? He inquired of his seers,
The answers from old scrolls did bring.
‘Out of Bethlehem’, sire, ‘a ruler will come
For Gods people in Israel to care’,
And secretly asking the magi the way,
So he too may worship him there.
They went on their way and followed that star,
I t brought them right here to the boy,
Bearing gifts of incense gold and myrrh,
They bowed and worshipped, what joy!
Their mission accomplished they marvelled and smiled,
And wondered what all this could mean,
With thoughts of what Herod had said to the men ,
Their route home was changed in a dream.
Glory and Honour and praises abound,
Holy the Heavenly choirs sing,
With my story ended there’s no more to tell,
Except, Jesus is my God and King.
Poet Laureate – Elaine Woodward
It’s that awkward part of the service,
It seems so betwixt and between,
It doesn’t seem right in the praise time,
When we are singing and lifting God’s name.
It doesn’t seem part of the worship
I just don’t know where it can fit,
But, I know if the Bible says ‘do it’,
I know God will say it’s a hit.
The Bible says ‘Bring all your first fruits, and all that your labours accrue.
If I am totally honest, I know that is just what I shall do.
Bring the whole tithe into the storehouse; the Bible says ‘You can test,
He will open the floodgates of Heaven’,
And give you only the best.
The blessings are given without measure,
There will be too much to contain,
They keep the pests from devouring our crops,
Your neighbours will be so amazed.
So wherever this comes in the service,
Does it matter? No, not a jot.
But I know if we pray and be faithful,
God will hear us and keep us on top.
This means we are above and never beneath,
The head and never the tail, when Christ is the centre,
He’s behind and in front, then we know that God’s Word cannot fail.
The Best Poem in the World
I was shocked, confused, bewildered
As I entered Heaven’s door,
Not by the beauty of it all,
Nor the lights or its decor.
But it was the folks in Heaven
Who made me sputter and gasp–
The thieves, the liars, the sinners,
The alcoholics and the trash.
There stood the kid from seventh grade
Who swiped my lunch money twice.
Next to him was my old neighbor
Who never said anything nice.
Bob, who I always thought
Was rotting away in hell,
Was sitting pretty on cloud nine,
Looking incredibly well.
I nudged Jesus, ‘What’s the deal?
I would love to hear Your take.
How’d all these sinners get up here?
God must’ve made a mistake.
‘And why is everyone so quiet,
So somber – give me a clue.’
‘Hush, child,’ He said,
‘they’re all in shock.
No one thought they’d be seeing you.’
Remember…Just going to church doesn’t make you a
Christian any more than standing in your garage makes you a car.
Every saint has a PAST…
Every sinner has a FUTURE!
Life without God is like an unsharpened pencil – It has no point!
Why I am a Christian?
When I say “I am a Christian,” I’m not shouting “I’m clean living’,”
I’m whispering “I was lost, now I’m found and forgiven.”
When I say “I am a Christian,” I don’t speak of this with pride.
I’m confessing that I stumble and need Christ to be my guide.
When I say “I am a Christian,” I’m not trying to be strong.
I’m professing that I’m weak and need His strength to carry on.
When I say “I am a Christian,” I’m not bragging of success.
I’m admitting I have failed and need God to clean my mess.
When I say “I am a Christian” I’m not claiming to be perfect.
My flaws are far too visible, but God believes I am worth it.
When I say “I am a Christian” I still feel the sting of pain.
I have my share of heartaches, so I call upon His name.
When I say “I am a Christian,” I’m not holier than thou.
I’m just a simple sinner who received God’s saving grace. Somehow!
Do you know my Jesus?
A Man said to me one-day. Do you know my Jesus?
Do you know my Jesus? As if he knew Him well
I thought I had the answer but then I couldn’t tell.
Why was I not forthcoming? I used to like a chat
Another time another place, I’d have answered just like that.
Why the anger and frustration? It really was absurd
The question wasn’t difficult, but I answered not a word
If, I said I did, (I thought), I might expose a lie
I knew some things about Him but I hardly knew the Guy
The Questioner shone with delight as he talked about his friend
I’d been to church, I’d played my part, well sometimes I’d pretend
The Message gently so touched my heart that I began to cry
As he spoke about God’s love for me, as He awaited my reply
All my life I’d tried so hard – I had tried to be a ‘hit’
And now my strength was failing me – yet – I was enjoying it
How did these Words create in me a loathing of my sin?
Could it be ‘Holy Spirit Power’ had cleansed my soul within?
One simple little question, I’m so glad the challenge came
Now, I trust in Him alone, Lord Jesus is His name
And now I know I’m really changed, I’m gaining spiritual sight
And when I read the Holy Word it’s not just, black and white
I’m accepted and forgiven, forever and today
I no longer have to try so hard, I let Him have His way
He’s had a plan for me for years, I really didn’t see
He’s got a plan for you as well, don’t hesitate like me
Now’s the time and this the place He’s knocking at your door
Come my precious one, it’s you. He’s waiting for.
And now just like the man before – this is what I say:-
Do you know My Jesus? You can, you know, today.