“Teach us to count our days aright that we may gain wisdom of heart.” Psalm 90:12 When the bombs fell in London during the second World War, you ducked, prayed and if survived, counted your blessings. Though perhaps the majority of us have never experienced it, none would contest the fact that war is frightfully ugly. If you survived, how would you react? Hard to say or imagine what the reality would really be like. And yet we are at war, with powers and principalities (Ephesians...

Some artists like paper and pencil, Others prefer paint or clay, But give me a back that is out of whack And I tell you you’ve made my day. Many folk are naturally gifted At dancing as their feet go to work; But there’s none like me that can set you free When I teach your spine how to twerk. Audiophiles like Classical music, Jazz fans find jazz makes ‘em hop, But for me nothing sounds so musically As that snap, crackle and pop. Customers arrive here in agony, Though rarely they remain...

I had a pocket of marbles, And gave them to some boys, That they might laugh and play Enjoying these simple toys. Perhaps that’s why God made us, Soft we are as dust, His pockets bulging full of grace, In Him we might then trust. Being Good and Generous, His life brought us to life. He fills us with presents glamorous Such as a husband gifts his wife. His love…affection…wanting to want, Gives us all we need. More than more, an endless font, That want should be our creed. I believe...