The Bible

Ringing through this collections of poems is a great love for the Holy Bible, and a simple theme, that if the Bible is to have any meaning it has to be relevant to our present lives. There are many poems that take the reader to the heart of a Bible story, challenging one to consider the reality of what actually happened, – did Moses see a burning bush that was not consumed, were five thousand really fed from just five loaves and two fishes, was a violent tempest stilled? Were sin, disease and death really overcome? And interwoven with these Biblical accounts in verse or prose are other poems that show a searching out of thought and realisation that can be summarised in the simple knowledge that God is Love.

The earnest expectation is that for any reader any one of these poems may find for them an angel thought that brings comfort and healing, and whispers of God’s love. The lightest touch is all it takes for the gentle kiss of inspiration to overcome the direst circumstance and leave healing, peace and reconciliation.

The Fall of Jericho

In front of us was Jericho
This was a place we had to go:
Yet there it stood the walls four square
-the finest fortress anywhere.
We looked up at the awesome sight:
What chance was there against this might?
But Joshua he loudly cried:
“ Fear not, for God is on our side!
What we must do is kneel and pray;
God will then make clear the way.”

The message came, both clear and stark,
We had to march behind our Ark!
And seven priests must go before,
A-blowing trumpets. Nothing more!
So round the walls we went next day.
Just the once.  We did obey.
The fortress stood as we marched round,
But our hearts blazed with this pure sound.
And as we circled hour on hour
We felt the touch of latent power.

Each step we took on earthen sod
Was made in prayer to mighty God.
Each step, left, right, we thanked the Lord,
We knew He’d given us His Word!
Encompassed by this holy thought
Our actions were divinely wrought.
Each step we took divinely trod,
From early morn we prayed to God.
Expectant in His holy name,
Each day, six days, we did the same.

The seventh day our hope was high,
Despite the fortress large ‘gainst sky.
Seven times we marched around,
The seven trumpets loud with sound;
And at the seventh, with no doubt,
Our people shouted a great shout.
The confidence was like a roar:
The walls fell flat! They were no more!
That Jericho once proud and tall
Defeated by the prayers of all.

We looked amazed at what we saw,-
The stones stretched flat upon the floor.
For we had won, yet not been harmed;
We’d had no cause to be alarmed!
The power of God once more revealed.
Our victory was always sealed.
And all those there that seventh day
Still feel His power when they pray:
There is no problem that won’t go.
We just remember Jericho.

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