Poetry of Graham Barlin
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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.
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
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, namecan be substituted with King Jesus for those who prefer. |