Ingrids Auswahl - Ingrids Poetry (103)

                                                       Nature 

The clouds in the heavens, the waves of the sea,

Unfolding Gods Glory and wisdom to me.

The thoughts in my head, the beat of my heart

Revealing Gods love of which I’m a part.

Springtime   A song for children

The best time of a year's fast round

Must be the time of Spring

When ev'ry Heart so glorious strange

A new Song finds to sing.

Chorus: Glorious time of Spring

surely meant to be

the sow and blossom days for all eternity

When ev'ry Valley, ev'ry Hill.

is clothed in tender green

In all creation's wondrous realms.

The Hand of God is seen.

Chorus:

There is a glorious time of Spring,

For ev'ry Human Heart

Well them, that grow to be Gods own

And learn to do their Part.

Chorus:

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                                                 A little prayer

                                     Saviour come to search my heart                  

Shape it, make the smallest part.

Thy heaven, thy worlds in eternity,

Hold me, enfold me, let me be,

Saviour a little more like thee.

Behold I prepare a Place for you

Sunrise every morning, Sunset every day,

Time on wings of lightning softly slips away.

Like ripples on the water, or waves upon the sea;

The golden moments of each day - become Eternity.

Never did I stop to think nor even begin to know

The mansions of our Father are built by men below.

Mansions made of many bricks; bricks made up of time;

Fashioned by the hands of men; hands like yours and mine.

I see this house I built on earth; this house so very strange;

This house of black, grey, white and gold, in childlike ways arranged,

With skilful eye you searched to find this house of mine to hold.

This mixed up house I built on earth of black, grey, white and gold.

"I go", HE said, "I go ahead - a place I will prepare;

For I so long for every-one to find contentment there.

Use well your time, your time on earth, be wise my friend and know

The dwelling places found in Heaven are built by men below."

Sunrise every morning, sunset every day,

And time on wings of lightning still softly slips away

"A little longer let me stay, for Lord I long to see

My Home - a mansion of pure white - there in Eternity."

Children of the Promise

We the children of the promise

Or this earth as stranger’s roam.

Children scattered through all nations

Once again are gathered home.

Home where loving arms are waiting

Home where peace will grace each day.

Home where pain and tears and sorrow

Never find a place to stay.

Banished there are death and sin

Banished there all earthly grieve.

For the Father in his mercy

Fills each heart with sweet relief

Happy hours of joy and singing

As we enter through the gate

Come ye children of the promise

Come, oh come don’t hesitate.

Join the ranks, lift loud your voices,

 Thank him, praise him and adore.

                                   He our shield, our guide, our saviour,

                                           He our King for evermore.

Ingrids Auswahl - Ingrids Poetry (101)

    Rain

Here we are again, in the rain again

Even thou I pledged never, never more

By the oceans shore in a tent again in the rain.

Rain is pouring down, everything is wet

All there is to do, is to stay in bed.

Watching kits get soaked, rubber boats get smoked

What a thing to do, they were just brand new.

Watch that fireside as it slowly died, steak just half way fried

Guess I serve them rare, please do not despair,

As we try to fare in this rain.

Hear our Daniel cry, find my little frog

He just hopped away it’s a frightful shock.

For my little friend all alone to be,

When it’s wet like this in the rain.

Daddies fishing poles there just standing there

Guess the fish don’t mind, they don’t give a care

Bet there glad to know we’re just wet like them

As we wade about in the rain.

Where’s some lunch yells Lee, poor child starved like me.

Sitting on a log in the rain

But the big boss said: You just stay in bed

Have a lovely rest, for I know what’s best

Read a book or two for that sun up there

Will come shining through

And tomorrow will be no more rain.

For the past four days I have sat right here

And no longer will I patient be

I must let him know that I’m mighty sore

In a spot where I’ve not been sore before.

Husband dearie please, see me on my knees,

Have a heart and please take us home

Where it’s safe and warm, no rain, no storm?

And the mud is not up to our knees.

Please, please take us home

And I write for you a much better poem