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TO BE A MAN OF
GOD
by Graham M
Barlin
To be a man of God,
No earthly joy compares,
There is no price that can be paid
No worldly gift so fair.
A tongue that can't be twisted,
Two eyes that can't be lured,
A heart that can't be bought with gold
A mind that can't be snared.
How precious in God's sight are these
And yet to find, so rare.
A godly man that walks the earth
A Glory beyond compare.
Back To Earth
by Graham M Barlin
When the cries of tumult echo
Down the halls of passing time,
And history's page is littered
With conflicts lost or won,
When the bones of men lie scattered
Beneath a blazing sun,
Return to earth my brother,
The battle has just begun.
Though the fallen lie forgotten
In the crust of dusty earth
And she rolls on retarded
By the weight of Adam's curse,
Though the sky be filled with darkness
And our filth infect the sea,
Return to earth my brother
'Tis how He said it would be.
Though memories fade like embers
as the sun begins to set,
He will return in Glory
Yes, He who does not forget.
Though glory to man is nothing
But the glow of passing fame,
Return to earth my brother
And you will be born again.
Graham M Barlin
Centurion, Gauteng, South Africa
tamalekie@telkomsa.net
DARE WE
by GRAHAM M BARLIN
(Written in Gutu 1st
August 1980)
Dare we take Thee at thy
Word
God of thunder, God of
Sword?
Dare we trust the things
You’ve said
About the living and the
dead?
Dare we hold You’re promise
fast
That Abraham’s seed was
never lost?
Dare we doubt that You will
come
To rule from Zion, battle
won?
Dare we believe that You are
King
Master of all and
everything?
Dare we put all our trust in
Thee?
If we do not, how dare we?
AS A SHIP UPON THE OCEAN
by GRAHAM BARLIN
(Bulawayo 30/06/86)
As a ship upon the ocean
So is life’s race to me
The end from the beginning
Upon a mighty sea.
Fresh from the harbor
fleeting
Across the mottled bay]
Out into high adventure
And youth’s sweet fragrant
spray.
With pregnant heart
pulsating
And dreams traced in the
skies
With compass true directing
To far and distant shores.
To ride the wind of favor
And catch the Eastern Trade
Laying hold of all life’s
promise
With every stretch of sail.
To face the storm clouds
darkening
And breach the heavy swell
To breast the batt’ring
billows
And the screeching squalls
of hell.
To lie becalmed at sunset
‘Neath star bespangled sky,
Awaiting soft wind’s whisper
And comfort’s gentle sigh.
Then to the distant city
With portals winged with
gold,
And steadfast heart
rejoicing
And banners bright unfurled.
As a ship upon the ocean
So is life’s race to me
The end but a beginning
Upon that mighty sea.
THE COWBOY KING
by GRAHAM M BARLIN
He’s the Sheriff of the
Universe
Yahshua*
is His name
He rides a white horse
called Glory
And Salvation is his game.
He’s got us all well covered
By the power of His Blood
And He holds the worlds to
ransom
In the greatness of His
love.
With the six-gun of His Word
He keeps the devil on the
run
At the Calvary Corral
shoot-out
Satan lost, Yahshua
won.
His posse is a happy band
Of pardners like me
and you
And He’s called us to His
party
At the Heavenly Bar-B-Que.
So make sure that He’s your
closest friend
Not just a hired gun,
Yahshua
is the Sheriff
God’s brave and fearless
Son.
* Yahshua, the
correct Hebrew, name can be
substituted with King
Jesus for those who prefer.
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