Words by matt

A view from heaven

coolmachine — Fri, 10 Jul 2009 17:39:21 +0000

The satisfying tune of our church organ
Seems to bounce off the walls of our two-score year-old church
Then to ascend into the cloudless sky and add colour to the blue depths
The God of the heavens, starry host, earth, water, sky and that which live in them
Looks down on our universe for He measures it with the width of His hand
Past the starry host, past the heavens, past the galaxies, past all the wondrous nebulas;
Past comets, dying stars, planets, past the still primitive and beautiful moon
And upon His most treasured creation: Earth.
Past our disappearing ozone, past our filthy matted atmosphere
Veiling our stained blue planet and down onto us.
He knows every secret we hold, foretells every word on our lips, every thought on our minds.
Nothing escapes His presence.
Here, our Maker smiles.
Here are His children.

Bruce McFearsome McSpeed

coolmachine — Fri, 10 Jul 2009 07:39:17 +0000

Bruce McFearsome McSpeed
His car his loyal steed
From a first impression
You can tell without question
That this hardy old Scotsman
Loves speed!

Speed was essential to him I should say
‘cos I’d see him on the road everyday
He stared keenly at what lay ahead
Ignoring what road signs or speed limits said.

He’d start in gear one
then get in such a zone
that he’d forget about gears
and leave them alone
’til his engine was screaming!
Bruce – did he care?
Nay laddie, he didn’t
Speed was all that was there.

When he bought a new car
The only question he asked
was (in a Scottish accent)
“Is it fast?”

So it wasn’t surprising that I found him one day
With his car crashed bonnet-first into some hay
He and his car were banged up good ‘n proper.
While I phoned the ambulance he groaned,
“Hit a cow…couldn’t miss her!”

When the doctor arrived with a stretcher
So did Bruce’s girlfriend, Miss Fletcher.
I soon discovered that Bruce was not
alone in thinking speed was hot
The love of velocity had been passed,
I saw, when she tearfully asked,
“Please, doctor, get him there FAST!”

Of clouds and us

coolmachine — Fri, 10 Jul 2009 06:58:11 +0000

If I were a cloud
I wouldn’t speak aloud
But it is easier to see
The many things I could be

I could be a gentle one
Floating in the blue
That always brings a smile to
The face of me or you

I could be the generator
Of many storms!
A troublemaker!
Who’d rather bring them now than later.

Or I would be a helpful one
Who sends the rain
To everyone!
Which many say is such a pain.

But I would bring it in times of need
When all that farmers grow are weeds

In short clouds are like one of us
If only we’ll learn contentedness
In life there are many things we can do
But how you do it is up to you!

The Sherpa

coolmachine — Mon, 22 Jun 2009 15:39:34 +0000

White moon by night
Red moon by day
When, oh when, will a sherpa pass my way?

With a burden on his back
and keenness in his eye
this is how he will pass me by.

The moon is passed its time
The sun is in the sky
Where, oh where, does a sherpa come nigh?

Higher in the mountains
In the deadly, snowy shade
A lonely sherpa goes there
For this purpose he is paid

The sun is low and beautiful
The sun is at its best
When, oh when, will this sherpa rest?

Six feet below the ground
with a prayer for his name
This is how the tireless sherpa
Earns his fame

Winter

coolmachine — Mon, 22 Jun 2009 15:33:45 +0000

When winter comes we appreciate
the things we usually underestimate.
It keeps us open to the thought
that we could survive with hardly nought.

For when the sun is shining bright
it very often sheds some light
on the situation of our minds
in which our gratitude declines
for those important things we need
like warmth and shelter and good feed.

So when someone says to you,
“Winter is so cold and blue”
Just say, “Friend, change your attitude.
Winter’s the season of gratitude!”