Mar
26
Posted by Glenys
His Only Son
On a high hill the rugged cross stands
As they put to death the Son of Man,
And the dry land that saw Christ’s birth
Now drinks in His blood as it falls to earth.
He Who had no place to lay His head
Now finds His rest as nearly dead
His blood and sweat come mingled round
His one tribute, a thorny crown.
Skies lit in splendour at His birth
Now cast utter darkness on the earth,
And the Father Who hears His only Son’s pleas
With weeping and anguish cannot bear to see
As His Son, His Son - His only Son,
Though sinless Himself, sin becomes,
And bears the blame of our sin alone
To cleanse, redeem and atone
To give us life; we who gave Him death
He loved us till His last laboured breath
And willingly suffered on that tree
To pay the price for you and me.
The angels standing at God’s side
See mixed with His anguish His great pride
In His Son, His Son - His only Son
Who through His love and life’s own story
Many Sons added for God’s glory-
He Who loved His Son, His Son - His only Son
So much that many more He wanted to become
Sons of God just like His Son,
Knowing with Christ in them, they would become
Each to Him, as an only Son.
© Glenys Robyn Hicks
Nov
14
Posted by Glenys
Happily, I gently rock you cradled against my heart,
Your eyes fixed onto mine in trust and wonder;
Yes, I believe you have your Mother’s eyes-
You have a cowlick at your nape
Just like your Uncle has….
Sweet memories.
I’ve smelt your newborn skin a thousand times before:
Firstly in your Uncles, then your Aunt and Mother:
Still the sweetness of your smell intoxicates me,
Evoking the memory of long gone days
Joyful in my maternity….
Sweet memories.
Your soft spot beats lifting your downy baby hair;
Once more I’m amazed at the miracle of you;
I delightedly grin as angels whisper to you
As you grimace and smile with wind:
So my Mother says….
Sweet memories.
You’re unique yet not unlike babies who’ve blessed me;
Your pink fingers extended and begging to be kissed,
As I have done a thousand times before
To babies who grew under my heart,
Grownup but there abiding….
Sweet memories.
© Glenys Robyn Hicks
“Lo, children are an heritage from the LORD and the fruit of the womb is His reward.” Psalm 127:3
Jun
15
Posted by Glenys
A little time to slumber
All my days spent in the sun,
My idle hands were folded,
My daily chores not done.
I wasn’t at all rebellious,
As into the sky I’d gaze,
I just left my daily duties
As in the sun I bathed.
I read my book for hours,
Dishes soaking in the sink,
The meat still in the freezer
For I didn’t stop to think
What I needed for dinner,
It lay frozen in a lump;
I’d serve meat of something,
Be it chops or steak or rump.
Just a minute of my surfing
Turned to hours of my day,
As I sat online chatting
To people far away.
Imagine then my panic
As at last I looked around,
To see the clock now telling
My man was homeward bound.
What a rush of my adrenaline,
Making me quickly scamper
To launder clothes still waiting
In the dirty laundry hamper.
The bed was pulled up in a hurry,
The dishes washed and left to dry,
As I boiled up some veggies
And set the meat to fry.
Which would likely take forever
For it hadn’t completely thawed
And I so wanted dinner ready
As soon as my man hit the door.
I felt so really guilty as I served our dinner late,
That I decided my many forums
Would henceforth have to wait.
© Glenys Robyn Hicks
“Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep; so shall thy poverty come as one that travelleth; and thy want as an armed man” Proverbs 24:34
Dec
03
Posted by Glenys
A King was born two thousand years ago,
He came without pomp, without a show,
He was born amongst stinking straw
In a damp dark stable with a rank earth floor.
He was held aloft by rough carpenter’s hands,
Not even a midwife’s, just a man’s,
And as He breathed and cried out loud
He breathed in air that was quite foul.
I wonder how Mary felt
With no women there to help-
No water to wash her face and hair-
Just Joseph watching full of care?
Did Joseph feel he could cope?-
He must have felt out of scope-
For men delivering babies just wasn’t done-
And this Babe was special- God’s own Son.
I wonder, too how Mary felt,
Watching Joseph as he knelt
Searching out a place cleanest of all-
And found a crib: the cattle’s stall?
How sad the only place for her baby to lay
Was a rough prickling crib of hay.
How Mary’s spirits must have plunged
As she surveyed the dirt and dung………
But how she must have been revived
When she heard angels singing loud outside,
And what a great and glorious sight
As she saw the star which shone so bright.
Yes, such was Jesus’ lowly birth
For Jesus cared not for things of earth,
But rather of things of Heaven,
And from there those glad tidings were given-
For Jesus cared not about His poverty,
You see, for He was far richer than you or me-
For His treasures were those found in Heaven,
And can for us be freely given.
So I believe this humble birth
Was the happiest one ever on earth,
And we can all share the joy thereof
When we ponder on God’s way of showing His love-
The King of all eternity,
Born in filth and poverty-
Destined to bear all our sin
So that we can enter in
To life eternal, the greatest gift-
But I really have to ask myself if
People have forgotten the Babe of Bethlehem,
Have they really turned their back on Him?
And see only tinsel, gifts and trees
As if any one of these
Really honours Him on His birthday,
Because there is a better way;
Like going to church if you can,
Loving your Lord and fellow man,
Inviting Him into home and heart-
Take Christ’s birth setting for a start-
Don’t fret over earthly gain,
You’ll never have enough, only pain-
Concentrate on Heavenly treasure;
You’ll find blessings beyond all measure.
© Glenys Robyn Hicks
Luke 2:1-14 “ And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ* the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.” Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests.”
