A WOMAN’S WEEK

MONDAY.

Monday’s a great day. A week of new starts
Washing and housework, and the family depart
To earn their own living, or learning at school
While I have a ‘Nanny Nap’ with my feet on a stool.

TUESDAY

Tuesday’s a great day. No washing to do
Just a little mending and ironing , that’s true.
Family out, then there’s exercise class
Keeping me fit till they put me out to grass.

WEDNESDAY

Well, the week is half over, and what have I done?
Not much, by the look of things. I have to run
Shopping to do and meals to prepare
It’s pizzas tomorrow night, I’m glad to declare.

THURSDAY

Well, I just love Thursday. The shops open late
We can skip a cooked meal and eat Pizzas (no plates)
Catalogue bargains will tempt me to browse
How much more junk can I cram in the house?

FRIDAY

Hurrah, it is Friday. The week’s nearly over
No homework, or marking, we are all in clover.
What shall we do now the weekend is near?
Stay outdoors, enjoy nature? Oh, it’s pouring down here.

SATURDAY.

Fun day, picnics, play sports, or a run
Using up energy stored for so long
Shopping for groceries new shoes for the kids
May write up my journal or start a new list.

SUNDAY.

Sunday is God’s day, but all of the week
Should be God’s days as His will we seek
Today is our rest day and our listening time
While I learn and remember that Jesus is mine. W.B. March 2009

Child of the King.

Mom told me Jesus died for me and that He’s back in heaven
She says He’ll always hold my hand now that I’ve been forgiven
I said the sinner’s prayer you see. I know I needed that
But how can Jesus hold my hand when heaven’s where He’s at?

If You can reach me with Your hand Your arms must be so long
They could wrap around me many times then I’m safe where I belong.
It’s really so confusing, and another thing bothers me
I know I still sin sometimes, What a mess I can be!

I know how much You love me, because You died for me
And I love You Lord Jesus and one day You will see
That I’ve grown up into a man that can do anything
And when I have a family I’ll tell them of my King

I want You to promise me they’ll belong to You
am so proud to be Your child, there’s nothing I won’t do
And with Your help, Lord Jesus right by Your side I’ll stick
Dad gave me Your instruction book, The Bible, Wow it’s thick.

I’ll never read through all of it what with homework too I’m set
Mom says to read a little at a time so I’ll be a student yet.
So here I am Your new recruit, what should I do today?
I’d best get dressed and eat breakfast; it’s just another school day.

W.B. March 2009

Three Stark Crosses.

There are three stark crosses on a lonely hill
The sun casts a shadow of grey
God’s precious Son hung on the centre one
The sun didn’t shine that day.

The sky was black when God’s only Son died
The veil of the temple was torn
From the top to the bottom, so only God
Could have ripped it down to the floor.

How could You let Your only Son die
Just for sinful ungrateful man?
What have we done to deserve such a great love
Such a sacrifice and short life span.

My God, my God,! Jesus cried out that day
Now we make the same cry too
My God please forgive me, wash my sins away
I want to be worthy of You.

Lord, I pledge You my life, my heart and my dreams
That’s all I can offer to You
Please take me and use me for I want to be
A servant who is worthy of You.

Make me a servant who is worthy of You.

W.B. March 2009.