It's hard being honest
When no-one wants the truth
Try to be quiet
When others hit the roof
It's hard being caring
To those who will not share
It's hard being here
When they want you over there.

It's hard getting up,
When people put you down,
It's hard planting seeds,
On very stoney ground.
It's hard being joyful,
When friends are feeling sad.
It's hard staying focussed,
In a world that can seem mad.

It's hard to look forward
When others hold you back
It's hard to view the beauty.
If they only point out cracks.
It's hard to just work,
When all they do is play.
It's hard to believe.
When fear gets in the way.

It's hard to be giving,
When you have no more to give.
It's hard to accept,
Your life is yours to live.
It's hard to stay afloat,
When you feel your out at sea.
It's hard to be you,
If you try to be like me!

Be hopeful friends, when clouds are dark, and days are gloomy dreary.

Be hopeful even when the heart is sick, sad and weary.

Be hope, even when your plans are opposed and thwarted,

Go not upon life's battlefield, despondent or feint hearted.

And friends be hopeful of yourself, do by gone follies haunt you?

Forget them and begin a fresh,so let no hinderance daunt you.

Though unimportant life can seem, as you may begin it.

Press on, for victory's up ahead.  Be hopeful friends and win it.

Wherever you may venture, I will follow thee.
I will forever be by your side.

Wherever your destination,
I will journey ahead and prepare your welcome.

Whenever thou art lonely,
I will be thy comforter in every circumstance.

Whenever thou may weaken,
I will be thy strenth and shield.

Whenever thou art happy,
I will rejoice in your songs of praise with delight.

Though I remain at thy side, I will be quiet,
But my light within thee shall never grow dimn.

Should thou ever despair and call on my name,
I will be there, right by your side,
Through every season of your life.

Wherever you lay your head to rest,
I will be there to watch over you.

When you arise,
I will be ready to guide your new day.

In your absence,
Though you may be seperated from your family,
Worry not a moment…

I will keep watch there also,
And provide their daily needs.

I am the Good Shepherd and I look after my sheep,
Wherever they may be scattered.

In time you willbe restored to your family.
And as you rejoice, so toowill the Lord your God.

Therefore, be Blessed and carry forth the Gospel,
Which lights your way in Faith,
And with all confidence, be Blessed 

I have a voice to worship,

I have a voice to pray,

I have a voice to tell,

I have a voice to reason,

I have.

I have arms to raise,

I have arms to praise,

I have arms with hands

hands to clap,

I have hands to help guide,

I have.

I have legs to jump,

I have legs to walk forward,

I have legs to run from darkness

and into light,

I have.

I have eyes to read,

I have eyes to view his wonder,

I have eyes to see his miracles,

I have.

I have these from him,

I have these for him,

I have him,

I have.

Thank you for inspiration,
Thank you for friends,
Thank you for support,
Thank you for good days,
And thank you for bad,
Thank you for people who make us think,
Thank you.
Amen

I fell into the river
One peaceful summer's day
Whilst gazing upwards at the Sky
My foot it lost its way
A clumsy mistake that it was
I did not come up to harm
But all the fishes in that stream
Were caused a great alarm

I fell into a river
The voyeurs that they all laughed
Was that chap unlucky
Or was he acting daft
A quiet day a sudden splash
It caused more than a ripple
If the river had been deeper
The fall could surely cripple

I fell into a river
The ripples soon will cease
The fish will calm themselves down
And then returns the peace
The voyeurs stopped their laughter
One checked I was OK
I went and drank some orange juice
And thought about the day

I fell into a river
And failed to swim or sink
It served a greater purpose
It made me stop and think
I'd gazed up at the heavens
And then became aware
Of God's wonders and beauty
Today's a day for prayer

This is an actual account of what happened to me on the 15.08.08 whilst on holiday in France with friends. (The photo I took is of the bridge)

I sat and gazed with wonder
At a world that's always been
The river's flow, the trees they grow
The richest shades of green

The ripple of the water
The bleating of a lamb
It makes me sit and ponder
Just who I really am

The palm, the birch, the willow tree
All stand there in their place
But mankind keeps on moving
Is that the human race?

The clouds they move asunder
The birds begin to sing
Then I remember who I am
A boy who serves My King

Daddy took me out today
He did not tell me why
But I can still remember
A clear but distant sky
He laid me on the soft green grass
And then he strolled away
Where ever was he going
He did not stop to say
I waited and I waited
On moist grass in the shade
And then my father hastened back
With bucket and a spade.
A glance around with spade in hand
He slowly dug a hole
He could’nt do it quickly
As dad was getting old
I could not fathem out his goal
I wished to know much more
I had to trust my daddy
As I’d not been out before
Well soon he stopped his digging
And went in for a brew
He left me laying there exposed
My word, what should I do
Then dad brought out a little book
He opened up the page
Dad flicked his eyes from side to side
He pondered for an age
And then I heard him murmering
He then commenced to read.
“With water and some composs
I’ll plant you little seed.”