God in the backyard

encountered God in the back
a bird, a lawnmower, a hack
mowing the yard, clean up a mess
a young bird fallen from its nest
parent squawking, frantic tone
calling out, to its own
little birdie doesn't fly
sits there mouth opened wide
finished with the task at hand
now it's time the mowing began
cautiously mowing a place
to shew the little one safe
don't know when don't know how
little birdie could not be found
heard His voice speak to me
I've taken care of little bird tweet
that's my job it's what I do
thanks but I'm much better than you
O' yes I love you more than a bird
but your helping me is absurd
you've taken it upon yourself
to save the little bird and who else
I've asked you to follow me
to be a light for all to see
I've not equipped you to be Me
let the little birdies be.

Spirit

Spirit breed
Spirit conceived
Spirit became like you and me
Spirit grew, became a man
Spirit walked into the land
Spirit talked authoritively
Spirit lead many by the sea
Spirit challenged the thought of the day
Spirit hated for claiming that way
Spirit betrayed and lead away
Spirit tried found not guilty
Spirit beaten without pity
Spirit nailed to a tree
Spirit died for you and me
Spirit rose from death's resting place
Spirit moved all over the place
Spirit came to live inside
Spirit came has helper and guide
Spirit here and in control
Spirit the only way to be whole
God is Spirit so the bible say
In Spirit and Truth I lay my head.

Richard.

Born again

your dead soul resurrected
new life begins to beat
from total darkness brought forth
to Light Holy sweet

being born a second time
from within the womb of death
to Life forever after
painfully we pass

the moment of death to life
glorious it maybe
ever fleeting physical
to Spiritual you will be

Richard.

Believing heart

A believing heart passionately prays
never giving up, persisting in the pain
beating on the door, knuckles bloody
desire for God to move, hope grows
anticipating nothing, expecting everything
panting, parched, desperate, sure, unrelenting

facing the unknown, hand in Hand
confident in what we can not see
boldly we knock for three loaves
not one, not two, but three.
waiting eagerly in humble embrace
the bushes rustle we look for a face

A believing heart knows, trusting all
accepting nothing less than all He is.
all He gave, all He gives, all He has
reaping where he did not sow
gathering where he did not reap
Grace so amazing, Grace so sweet.

Richard.