Forgiven In a Storm
Stewart Duffie 11/96

The lights from the heavens twinkly bright
as I sit and stare at the heavens light.
What splendor I see as the wind brushes me
and the white caps smash to the shore.

The wind picks up speed and snow starts to fly,
as the last of the seagulls let out their cry.
The heavenly view disappears out of sight,
A storm from the north will hit us tonight.

The wind rushes the snow hard to my face,
The night birds run in the wind with grace.
The fisherman all rush home to be safe,
and I am alone with Him.

Softly and gently He calls out to me,
as I sit there alone down by the sea.
He loves you the wind sings in my ears,
Calming and easing all of my fears.

My heart settles down to a soft easy pace,
no longer my mind running the race.
My future is certain I know without fear,
I am forgiven.

Advent 1997 Can We Change?
Stewart Duffie

Lonely people in the streets rush by,
snow falling from a dull grey sky.
In the cold a child cries, its mother sighs,
In the alley a father dies.

Shops with windows lit so bright,
selling their wears far into the night.
A man shuffles past clothes tattered and torn,
in this city of plenty he is sick and forlorn.
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A hush finally settles over all of the earth,
It is the advent of our savior's birth.
Born out of his mother's agony and pain,
She offers her son, she without stain.

Again and again over the years,
this mothers offers this child of tears.
He was born for our sins, a star so bright,
a light for all a candle raging quiet, in the night.

A flame of hope to us on earth,
have we learned by this little child's birth.
God's only Son had death in store.
We couldn't care less He couldn't care more

A man sits close to the prison wall,
A woman lies dead in a dirty hall.
At last morning comes to the large city,
Our God sheds tears for His people in pity.

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