Walk With Me.

Walk With Me

Walk With Me.

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My Heart is calling to your tears
You’ll find no loss in me
No silence, numbness and no fears.
Just a Love to set you Free

-o-

Release the veil in heart and head
Without my love your future’s dead
I will protect and keep you near
Within my heart I hold you dear

-o-

Hear the voice with which I call
Within my arms you’ll never fall.
Come to me and let it go
The time is now, and this you know.

-o-

Release your hurts, let go your pain,
Call to me now call out my name.
Reach up to me and take my hand
Together in love we both will stand.

-o-

I see your tears I know your heart,
I offer a love that will never part.
I will not leave you all alone
My love and heart will be your home.

-o-

Come take my hand come home be free
Your future’s safe, safe in me
I’ve touched that heart you turned to stone
Now accept my love and be my own?

-oOo-

© Kevin A. Deane

 

In response to a prayer for the lonely and the lost. I hope it blesses you.

Some Plastic Christians

I feel the need to preface this next offering with an explanation that yes I am a born again Christian and yes there are many, many Christians out there who really do love with the love of Christ and who are real and sincere.

This poem is not based on any of them or indeed targeted at them. Which kind of leaves the rest doesn’t it!

Some Plastic Christians

Some Plastic Christians….

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Some plastic Christians
Put on a face for the church they belong;
Isn’t that wrong?.
Dust of their bibles,
Wearing a face that they keep on a shelf by the door.
Who is it for?
All the plastic Christians, where do they all come from?
All the plastic Christians, where do they all belong?

-o-

Reverent Image
Writing the words of a sermon their heart seldom hears;
Seldom gets near.
Look at them mingling,
Nodding and smiling in sight when there’s somebody there.
What do they care?
All the plastic Christians, where do they all come from?
All the plastic Christians, where do they all belong?

-o-

I look at all the plastic Christians.
I look at all the plastic Christians.

-o-

One lonely person
Died in a church and was buried alone with her pain.
Nobody came.
Reverent Image
Smiling and waving his hand as he walks past her grave.
No one was saved.
All the plastic Christians, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?

-oOo-

© Kevin A. Deane

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This poem was based on the song by the Beetles – “Eleanor Rigby” or “All the lonely people”.

It is a comment on those believers who have different church faces to their everyday faces and indeed on the fact that if our love isn’t real, if we are not consistent, true and compassionate and see beyond this then God’s work, the ministry Christ has given us will not be fulfilled.

I know it is controversial and I apologize for any offence it may cause, but I ask that you consider it’s validity before complaining about it’s harshness.

I Missed You Son

I Missed You Son

“I missed you son,
Thought we’d have a talk.”

“My heart was unsettled
So I went for a walk

I was watching your son,
The one over there.
The one who has hurts
he just cannot share.

I’ve been watching his actions
How he jokes, how he grins,
I been seeing his tears
And the hurts trapped within.

I’ve been watching your daughter,
As she thinks of her past,
of how love always ended
Asking, “Will this love last?”

Asking herself
How do others here feel?
Am I alone in my doubts?
Is their confidence real?

I’ve been watching those teens
The questions they hold,
That they just never ask,
so as not to seem bold.

How they lay in the stillness
Asking questions so strong
Of Love, life and faith,
Like “Do I belong?”

They sit in the crowd
but alone, and apart.
Unsure they will ever,
find true peace of heart.

This isn’t Your will,
For those I made yours
All the doubt, all the hurts
The isolation endured

I died to bring life.
give joy, set them free
why do they stay trapped?
In themselves, within Me?

We spoke out your Love
For their lives gave a call
They responded in part
We asked for their all

So I called them again
And I’m calling them still
Will you give me your all?
Live free in my will?

I love you my child
You make me complete
Fill the holes in my side
My hands, and my feet

Will you live in my mercy
In my grace you are strong
Will you give me your all
And accept, you belong!”

© Kevin A. Deane

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I wrote this one some time ago now and in response to several things. Firstly where I was spiritually at the time. Secondly, the way I would just catch a brief glimpse of concern on the otherwise happy faces of those around me. The way that no one seems to have current problems.

I hope you like it.

Pray For Our Pastor

Pray For Our Pastor

Please pray much faster,
we’ve only one pastor
And he has so much
he’s to do.

He’s prayed and he’s fasted
I amazed that he’s lasted
Especially pastoring you

He’s youth clubs and kids club
Studies and prayer meets
And even a men’s group or three

And if that ain’t enough
It’s really been tough
Cause he’s even been pastoring me

So please pray much faster
For our solitary pastor
And the life that now is his lot

And if you’ve a mind
Be ever so kind
And forgive him
For being a Scott!

And think of his wife
As she helps with his strife
And their children
Whom they love so true.

So show that you care
And for her say a prayer
And forgive her
Cause she’s Scottish too.

© Kevin A. Deane

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OK here is a just a bit of fun really. I was mopping the floor and thinking about a conversation I had had with my Pastor when this little poem started to form in my head.

As you know I live and attend a church in Ireland. The Pastor and his wife (Andrew and Lorna) a good friends of mine and are great people whom I love dearly. Both of them are Scottish and came over here to answer a call they had on their lives.

Now I often play with them about their being Scottish (I’m English so that may explain why) and so wrote this little poem just as a bit of playfulness really.

I hope you enjoy it.

Suffer Little Children

Suffer Little Children

Suffer little children to come unto me.
For your’s is the kingdom of heaven you see.
Through-out your dear lives you will suffer from sin.
So open your hearts I’ll enter within.

Suffer little children to come unto me.
I gave you my son, so that you might be free.
Salvation is yours, through the deeds he has done.
So follow his light and the day may be won.

One day in my garden, you’ll play and you’ll know,
that this is my gift, through the love that you show.
So Suffer little children to come unto me.
For yours is the kingdom of Heaven you see.

© Kevin A. Deane

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In the church I attended some years ago, the back room had a picture of Christ with the children, on it were the words – Suffer little Children to come unto me.

You know I struggled with that picture for many years thinking “Why should children have to suffer before coming to Christ.

It was some time later that I learned the words “Suffer little children to come unto me.” was one bible version’s interpretation of the words Christ spoke to his disciples when they tried to stop the children meeting him.

In other words. Let them come to me. I wrote this poem as a result of that message and the thoughts and questions I went through when at first I didn’t understand the picture. I also wrote it as an encouragement to all believers and to all children no matter of what age.

S O S

S O S

Roads are laid in tarmac,
where the houses of God once stood.
Crosses made of concrete,
where once they were of wood.

The face of earth is dying,
sometimes the faith as well.
To God we all run crying,
and hope that time will tell.

O Lord please help your children,
to find the way to go.
Send your spirit through them,
and let your churches grow.

© Kevin A.Deane

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Some of the saddest sights that I have seen are closed and derelict churches.

My God’s Enormous

My God's Enormous

My God’s enormous.
He’s really big. It’s true.
He’s bigger than me Mom & Dad.
and loads bigger than you.

He’s bigger than a mountain,
and bigger than the sky.
He’s bigger than you can imagine.
No matter how hard you try.

The only place he’s little,
or so it seems to me.
Is in a lot of churches,
even when they’re free.

Somehow he gets shrunken,
So he is littler than us.
Not as big as the collection,
the politics or fuss.

I think it’s us that do it.
not really God at all.
‘cause when it comes to each other.
we can really make God small.

I’m sorry that we do it.
And I pray we’ll always see.
That Our God is enormous.
In His love for you and me.

© Kevin A. Deane

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I was reflecting on the effects that our actions have on our witness as Christians and the way that how we act represents God to others. This poem was the result of those reflections.

Go For It

Go For It

God looked at creation
at the world He loves so much.
But he never said, “Disciples,
You can look but mustn’t touch!”

© Kevin A. Deane

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Another short poem but about something of which I am very passionate. Faith without actions! As I look at the world we live in today I see such a tremendous need for God and for His love and His mercy. As His representatives on earth I believe it is part of our calling to get out there and get involved, to get our hands dirty. Prayer is a wonderful and an amazing thing but prayer without action when action is possible is to me just a cop-out.

Do We Really Care?

Do We Really Care

You said,
“How are you?”

I said,
“O.k.”

You smiled,
and walked on.

I thought,
you’d stay.

I said,
“How are you”

You said,
“O.k.”

I smiled,
and walked on.

You thought,
that I’d stay.

Does this seem confusing?
Well the basis is clear.
We all give the answers,
that others want to hear.

© Kevin A. Deane

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I wrote this particular poem many years ago.  It was an observation of how we often interact with each other, how I saw other people interacting and sadly how I have interacted at times too.  As is often the way I went home and reflected on this and this poem is part of that reflection.

Communion’s Kiss

Communion's Kiss

You know the reason children,
that you take the bread and wine.
In remembrance of our Savior,
until the end of time.

So come to the table, worship him.
With a love that is divine.
In you His light should not be dim.
So let His spirit shine.

But the attitudes you have my child,
the feelings of your heart.
Should be of peace, and not all wild,
right from the very start.

So come to the table, worship him.
With a love that is divine.
In you His light should not be dim
So let His spirit shine.

But remember now my children,
as you take the bread and wine.
They touch your lips just like a kiss,
don’t be a Judas at this time.

Just come to the table, worship him.
With a love that is divine.
In you His light should not be dim
So let His spirit shine.

© Kevin A. Deane

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Another poem from my early Christian days.  Taking the bread and wine is something that I am very passionate about and something that I don’t feel is taught enough about.