The Beauty Of Bradford

There’s beauty in this City where I live.
Not just in buildings made with large and heavy Yorkshire stone
Or in the many flower beds that abound,
with different types of flowers scattered round
Or softly swaying trees alone.Their shelter to the many birds that give.
Yes
There's beauty in this City where I live.
Such beauty there to see has always been.
Aware of it I remember even as a lad,
Though opportunity to tell I seldom had.
A beauty so unique but easy to be seen,
So in writing account of it I try to give.
Yes
There's beauty in this City where I live.
A multi cultural beauty so fresh and clean.
With childlike innocence and wisdom that age greets.
the laughter ringing through the City streets.
And of course there has always been,
The young and old their part to give.
Yes
There's beauty in this City where I live.
A beauty that shines in each and every face,
At sometime there uncovered for all to see,
There if only it's allowed to be,
The beauty of the human race.
And to Bradford it's character does give.
Yes
There's beauty in this City where I live.
A beauty there that Love alone bestows.
Even as you take the time to read what here is written.
And slowly with the realisation smitten.
And as on you this realisation grows
A share of it to others you must give.

Not So Hidden Agenda

Some folk have hidden agendas,

they set up their words in a line.

They’ll argue black’s white,

for most of the night,

whilst leading you on all the time.

They’ll agree with most you are saying,

conceding points, one or two

but deep down inside

they’re along for the ride,

putting one over on you.

Love has no hidden agenda,

Love keeps no record of wrongs,

Patient and kind,

no envy you’ll find,

to Love these do not belong.

The Wonders That You Do

about the wonders that You do
the perfection You have wrought
the beauty of Your Plan
the way that You have bought
mankind back from death
with Your Holy breath
You speak and it happens

about the Holy Way
brand new every day
surely I will say
You never fail me

about the things You've made
in the Universe displayed
such a grand array
vast and far away
I look up and I see
Your Love for me

I marvel at the sight
of the stars at night
and the beauty on the Earth
a little babys birth
a honey bee in flight
the miracle of sight
surely I will always praise
and thank You

Word words

It is finished.
a cry so often uttered by writers everywhere
but on that day, in a special way,
it was uttered with great care.


Such Love by any other
could not ever be,
for on that day, in a special way,
my Savior died for me.


My place He took as Heaven shook,
the great author spoke those words.
The Word Himself, with voice so sweet,
when He spoke He hushed the birds.


It is finished. So remember, 
when the work's complete,
that on that day, in a special way,
Sin suffered great defeat.


Hebrews 12:2
Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.