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A garden is a mystery It makes me question ‘why?’ The plants I nurture with such care Just shrivel up and die? While seeds that I don’t know about All vigorously thrive And grow like fabled beanstalks From cracks within my drive! By Nigel Beeton

When all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I’m lost In wonder, love and praise. By Joseph Addison

Oh, you gotta get a glory In the work you do; A Hallelujah chorus In the heart of you. Paint, or tell a story, Sing, or shovel coal, But you gotta get a glory, Or the job lacks soul. Anonymous

O Lord, my heart is all a prayer, But it is silent unto thee; I am too tired to look for words, I rest upon thy sympathy To understand when I am dumb; And well I know thou hearest me.   I know thou hearest me because A quiet peace comes down to me, And...

Peter Courage to die for You The Three Rich and Generous Peace to the End He had no home Before Right Wright Peace between neighbours ** Editor: 29th June is St. Peter’s day, so this may be of interest. Peter (Mt 26:71-75, John21:15-18) I don’t know the man. I don’t know Him. I don’t know...

(Mt 26:71-75, John21:15-18)   I don’t know the man. I don’t know Him. I don’t know Him.   But I did. From the moment I turned to Him, That day by the Sea, I knew Him, Knew He was the Lord.   I so wanted to serve Him, Speak for Him, Follow Him, Fish for...

There is brutal persecution of Christians today in many parts of the world. To them the prayer of a man who died nearly 18 centuries ago would be very relevant…. Cyprian of Carthage was martyred during the terrible persecutions of the Roman Empire in 258. We believe and trust, Lord, that at the time of...

The eye of God with thee to dwell, The foot of Christ to guide thee well, The Spirit’s pouring shower to swell Thy rich and gen’rous fountain-well.   From Poems of the Western Highlanders

The peace of God to dwell with you, The peace of Christ to dwell with you, The peace of Spirit dwell with you, And peace dwell with your children too, From the day we have here to-day To the last day of your life’s way, Till come the day that ends your way. From Poems...

He had no home, The birds of the air had nests But He had nowhere to lay His head. He lived as a poor man Supported by friends, But fed the thousands with fish and bread.   He preached three years Persecuted by Pharisees Who thought He came to destroy the Law, But the people...

I saw the summer flowers on a bright and sunny day, I heard the sound of birdsong as they fluttered on their way I thought all this was science, only nature’s rules at play – And that was such a shame. I saw the stars of winter shining in a velvet sky I knew creation’s...

A student called ‘Wright’, so they say Wrote ‘right’ in a wrong kind of way His teacher, inflamed Then loudly exclaimed “Right Wright, write ‘right’ right, right away!” By Nigel Beeton