Ingrids Auswahl - ingrids Poetry (92)

 

                         Gentle Jesus                               

set to music                                                  

Gentle Jesus my friend I heard someone say

Gentle Jesus she saw thee cry

For the sins of the world do grieve thee so

Gentle Jesus I understand why

The blood you shed, sinful souls to safe

From a cross fell like heavens rain

But the Children you love do not hear thy voice

Gentle Jesus and cause thee pain.

Gentle Jesus my friend I was reading to day

Asking: Jesus how can a God cry?

For the sins of the world do grieve thee so

Gentle Jesus I understand why

 For this earth you created, thy children to please

The heavens, sea, land and plain

But the children you love, do not heed thy commands

Gentle Jesus and cause thee pain.

Gentle Jesus my friend soon the time is at hand

You will come to the earth once again.

The earth shall be freed from all sorrow, all sin

Thei might in righteousness reign.

Mother earth shall no longer endure hate and pride

All men worship thee Jesus our king

 Sanctified this our world for a thousand blessed years

A new anthem each happy heart sing.

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                                                  Come

Come in to my parlour said the spider with a grin,

Well! the poor fly fell for it and she flew right in

Flew into that web of danger, could not get back out

Friends take care,

Don’t you be falling for the spiders clever calling.

Sunday morning

                                  

The clutter in the kitchen, tells of the day begun, she’s cooking oatmeal porridge

For daughter, dad and son, brewing herbal tea now, to make us warm inside.

She’s frying us some bacon, Oh, smell of sweet delight, allthou I’d love to stay

Right here in my warm bed, the smell of fresh fried bacon is going to my head.

If I don’t get up promptly, I know without a doubt, my brother dear will eat it

    And I’ll be missing out! So up I get and ready, as quickly as can be.

                   To get my share of bacon and cup of herbal tea.

  

The Lot

When life is in a tangle, the brain is in a knot.

The heart is in a jungle, the soul inside a pot.

And oft folks fail to comprehend

How they gained all they’ve got?

It’s pretty clear some folks came here

To order once, twice, sometimes tries

A helping with the lot.

Point of view

A fun Song for children

Hear the Kookaburra chuckle in the old gum tree;

Rain or shine he's always fine; He's happy as can be.

Could we be like him, could we but have his point of view,

We would flap our wings, bob up and down and chuckle too.

Chorus: :I La La La La - La La La La - la la la la  I:

See the parrots have a party in our apple tree;

Munching apples by the score for breakfast, lunch and tea.

Could we be like them, could we but have their point of view,

We would find that they don't mind if we were munching too.

Chorus.

Mother magpie sings so sweetly by the old tin shed,

It's a brand-new day, get up don't be a sleepy head.

Could we be like her, could we but have her point of view,

We would greet each brand-new day and sing a sweet song too.

Chorus.

Days are good or bad, are fun or sad, are gold or blue;

Life is life, it’s up and down, we hope and struggle through

Still the fact remains, in all we ever say or do,

In the end it all depends upon our point of view.

In the end it all depends upon our point- of -view.)

Chorus.

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Joy

True joy will only be found

Beyond the gates of death

Freedoms portals may be walked

Beyond our tears and stress

Enduring loss, grief and pain

Will some sweet day be joys refrain?