Prayers and Poems Page Peace Peace My soul, there is a country Did in pure love descend To die here for thy sake. Far beyond the stars, If thou canst get but thither, stands a winged sentry There grows the flower of Peace, All skilful in the wars: The Rose that cannot wither, There, above noise and danger, Thy fortress and thy ease. Sweet Peace sits crowned with smiles, Leave then thy foolish ranges; And one born in a manger For none can thee secure Commands the beauteous But one who never changes He is thy gracious Friend, – Thy God, thy life, thy cure. And O my soul, awake! – – Continued on right... By Vaughan 1623-95 Talk to Jesus Fellow Travellers? When all hope is disappearing Be glad that the railway has rules – And your spirit is so low Horses, or donkeys, or mules.’ ‘No When your days are full of fearing Thus they took no baloney And you suffer blow on blow From a chap with a pony There’s a tried and trusted method And banish all similar fools! will ease all sense of loss Just kneel and talk to Jesus When you choose, on some fine day The one who died upon the cross To go up to town by railway If you’ve paid up your fare When deep shadows overcome you You’d rather not share And your full of despair Your train with a beast that eats hay. When your life seems torn and tattered And appears beyond repair A dog or a cat may be fine When you suffer misfortune As you trundle along a branch line, And need lifting from a fall A bunny or mouse Just kneel and talk to Jesus A domestic red grouse Who died to save us all But not horses, or cattle, or swine! For when you talk to Jesus As you go, you want nothing to do You’ll not even have to ask With beasties that neigh, or moo Because he knows your every need And neither, as well And courage for each task Should you put up with the With him life’s long hard journey When they fail to fit in the loo! Becomes easier day For he’s the sturdy footwear By Nigel Beeton That helps you travel life’s highway
Prayers and Poems Page Peace My soul, there is a country Far beyond the stars, stands a winged sentry All skilful in the wars: There, above noise and danger, Sweet Peace sits crowned with smiles, And one born in a manger Commands the beauteous He is thy gracious Friend, And – O my soul, awake! – Continued on right... Peace Did in pure love descend To die here for thy sake. If thou canst get but thither, There grows the flower of Peace, The Rose that cannot wither, Thy fortress and thy ease. Leave then thy foolish ranges; For none can thee secure But one who never changes – Thy God, thy life, thy cure. By Vaughan 1623-95 Talk to Jesus When all hope is disappearing And your spirit is so low When your days are full of fearing And you suffer blow on blow There’s a tried and trusted method will ease all sense of loss Just kneel and talk to Jesus The one who died upon the cross When deep shadows overcome you And your full of despair When your life seems torn and tattered And appears beyond repair When you suffer misfortune And need lifting from a fall Just kneel and talk to Jesus Who died to save us all For when you talk to Jesus You’ll not even have to ask Because he knows your every need And courage for each task With him life’s long hard journey Becomes easier day For he’s the sturdy footwear That helps you travel life’s highway Fellow Travellers? Be glad that the railway has rules – ‘No Horses, or donkeys, or mules.’ Thus they took no baloney From a chap with a pony And banish all similar fools! When you choose, on some fine day To go up to town by railway If you’ve paid up your fare You’d rather not share Your train with a beast that eats hay. A dog or a cat may be fine As you trundle along a branch line, A bunny or mouse A domestic red grouse But not horses, or cattle, or swine! As you go, you want nothing to do With beasties that neigh, or moo And neither, as well Should you put up with the When they fail to fit in the loo! By Nigel Beeton