Samstag, 22. Februar 2020

Ingrids Auswahl - Ingrids Poetry (132)






My Sailing ship (The Gospel)



I own a Ship, a Sailing Ship, her Banners are unfurled.

Her name is Truth and Freedom, I sail her round the World.

I like to sail from Sea to Sea to Lands of ev'ry Clime,

And tell the People everywhere about this Ship of mine.



Her Mast is called the Gospel so plain to ev'ry View.

A mast that stands so bold and strong for me! And yes, for you.

A Mast that will not bend nor break, as Time and Storms go by.

The Gospel true restored to Man, by Angels from on High.





Her Sails are Faith that ever wings towards the azured Sky.

Set out to catch the winds of Faith, as Time and Storms go by,

Oh, let that Faith on Eagles Wings, take flight across the Sea,

Oh, let that Faith on Wings of Hope return my God to Thee.





Her steering wheel are humble prayers, that keep the Course aright

With courage strong, and trusting Heart to keep the Goal in Sight.

His unseen Hand directs the pass-through stormy Night and Day.

Reminding onward ever more, be humble as you Pray.



Her Compass are the Golden Rules, laid down since Time began.

The Lord calls them Commandments, he gave them unto Man

He wants us to be Happy, He wants us to be True

He wants us to come back to him He loves us me and you.



Her Deck are sacred writings put down in holy Books

For every Plank there is a Page come see, come read, come look.

How great the love and wisdom? He gave to Man below

As on the Deck of Truth and Light and Knowledge we may go.



A Ship must have an Anchor one that will never fail

The Cross shall be her Anchor as she sets out to sail

The Anchor to rely on as Storm and Cloud appear,

The Saviour to depend on will banish every Fear.



You ask what is her Cargo?

within her Bow and Hold?

My Friend draw close, see for yourself

No Merchandise of Gold.

The Treasures I would choose to bring

Our Mortal Eyes can’t see.

Their names are Love and Faith and Hope

Are Joy and Charity.

Had I a wish, a single wish, I know what it would be!

That all God’s Children round the World, would own a ship like me.

Donnerstag, 20. Februar 2020

Ingrids Auswahl - Ingrids Poetry (131)


 


The Plan

Mighty all God’s preparations

To create this Place called earth.

To bestow on all his children

Joyful, glorious mortal birth.

A place for all to grow to learn

To graduate for their return

To walk by faith right to the end

Once more to be with thee

Our God, eternal Friend.



Children of all Nations

Children of all nations wide

Gather round, make haste.

Soon the King of King returns.

There is no time to waste.

Doubts that covered heart and mind

Submit to reason sway,

Truth and love once more are found

In these the Latter Days.



He has

He designed the plan; He has marked the way.

That will lead us through each new born day.

Has charted the currents which cross the deep,

Appointed the Angels to guard our sleep.

Navigates winds ruling earth and sky.
                           Escorts our souls as homewards they fly.

Samstag, 15. Februar 2020

Ingrids Auswahl - Ingrids Poetry (130)


  He
                    
He who does all things well,
                                  To whom we turn our grieve to tell                                                        
                           Will see and know the reason why
We love, we lose, we live and die.
For unto Him all things are known.
And He will safely guide us home,
Where love and Friendship have no end.
He. He our Guide, our King, our Friend.

Return
Too much Greed and Power rule this our world of woe.
Nations lost in mass confusion, don’t know where to go.
Too many laws that ever take,
The strength of Souls until they break.
Where are we going?   When will it end?
When will you return, gentle Jesus our Friend?

Tourists

Tourist’s from a distend sphere
Exiled to gain knowledge here.
Chimes of heaven, chains of hell
Intertwined on earth they dwell
Knowledge how we longed for it,
Experience we thronged for it’
Hammer, chisel form the stone
Of earthly choices God’s are born.

Dienstag, 11. Februar 2020

Ingrids Auswaul - Ingrids Poetry (129)



Perfection



In the depths of the ocean’s kind loving breast,

Some little stones lay in timeless rest

Longing for the blessed day,

When the currents flow would bear them away

To the coastline, the water’s edge let us go.

Know of sunshine, wind, thunder and rain,

Toss under us waves, lift up us again.

Wear off these rough edges,

Don’t spare us the pain.

For someday” He “

whilst passing by, will bend to pick

from the foreshores wide land.

With words of praise and joyous heart,

You and I, to take home as glittering gems.