You lived your life without fear
Nothing in this world could
Break your will to stay alive
Those shadows from the past
Have disappeared into the night .
Your nightmares took to flight
Now you sleep with pleasant  dreams.
Your enemy marched with heavy boots
Through the town and narrow streets
Their journey came to no avail
They missed you in your plight
To reach out for those greater heights
Their ghostly presence failed for sure
And went out like a flickering light .
Their guns of war lost their use
Their planes no longer in the sky
You are safe now sleeping full of hope
Shadows of the past now out of sight

How many lost souls still to save? How many hearts to reach?
How many left that misbehave, with minds so hard to teach?
How many children taught in School, while God is left outside?
How many choose to play the fool, for whom the Saviour died?
How many mansions must Man build, while people starve to death?
How many wars, so more get killed and breathe their final breath?

How many spaceships must Man send, to prove that God exists?
How many years to comprehend, if each man's heart resists?
How many healings yet remain that Jesus must perform?
How many must each doubter gain, till each cold heart grows warm?
And how are we to serve God more.. now we've revelation?
The finest blessing, that's for sure, meant for every nation...

Stronger together! Day-by-day! Yet God seeks lost souls, too...
Perhaps that's why we pause and pray... there's so much left to do...

Denis Martindale April 2018.

i woke up again.
this morning filling my glass with anxiety.
my limps swung, hung over me, and held me down.
i felt my heart turn into an anchor,
why am i feeling so much pain when i was okay yesterday?
i was laughing yesterday,
i was smiling yesterday.
those silent moments with both myself and my friends,
wiped my smile away as my sadness sat with me and sunk into me,
caught up with me.
"you're not supposed to be happy."
i don't want to be like this forever.
i'm banging my fists on the walls of my mind and on my walls,
in frustration.
i woke up again,
wishing i didn't.