Without a standard, no deviation

Accrued sin brings separation

Feeling lost individuation

Poor mistakes upon rotation



From a worldly fascination

To a godly motivation

Bring forth a realisation

Praise the Lord a proclamation



Influence a growing nation

Be their light and elevation

Changing friends of adoration

Create a right manifestation



Overcome the devastation

Intercede with mediation

Reform the civilisation

Let us raise this generation



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Faithful promise, it’s already done

Our battle is over, he’s already won



Kingdom greatness, resides within

Our provider, out trust in him



In your presence, soul set free

The true source of security



Surrounding light, always near

Casting darkness, doubt and fear



That of future, in your hands

Alignment with your divine plans



Outstretched arms, I can confess

Attentive father there to bless



Angels sent at your command

Miracles yet to understand



Embedded in your destiny

To him who saw the best in me



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Life will test, challenges arise

Look beyond the shore

Eye on the prize, to they that are wise

Be not hidden in your eyes

In your presence be still

A void that only God can fill

Drawn ever closer, whether near or far

Be my desire

A flow of wants, pre-listed needs

The flesh that feeds, to which I plead

Holy Spirit intercede – divinely lead

Let your rivers overflow

In the streams of life

Whether wrong or right, by day, by night

In darkness or light

Let me be precious in your sight



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An abundant harvest, workers may be few

Place no limit on what God can do

Some will appear to exemplify the best

No restrictions on who God can bless

When barriers present appear to stay

He makes ways, where there is no way

Of situations that hinder and stall

You can arise beyond the fall

When doors shut and others refuse

Unceasing ways in which God can choose

In spite of shadows, moments of fear

Fathomless times when God can appear

Trials and tribulations are experiential

God can draw you closer to your potential



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Deep and unyielding, replenished root

Spiritual refreshment, aside the riverbank

Resolutions for the righteous

Drink of the living water

Flowing from the throne of God

A sanctified stream

Running through, running over

Bath in the overflow

Transplanted, transformed

Radiantly renewed

Ever-green, ever-new

A ray of light of readiness therein

Renewed realisations

Reassured restoration, revitalization

Gracious refinement

Rejoice in season fruits ever-bearing

Of blessings unending

Relished in your goodness

In a reservoir of peace

Resemblance of trees

Ever strengthened, ever-green



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Magnitudes of greatness

Unfailing love relentless

My noble rock and fortress

Father to the fatherless

Marched beyond the wilderness

Redeemer of righteousness

In awe of your magnificence

Omnipresent brilliance

Of glorious resplendence

An eternal assurance

A blessed abundance

Of shining countenance

With strength and resilience

Royalty and eminence

His majesty of prominence

Gladness in your presence

Free in your deliverance

Delightful in obedience

His almighty radiance



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To him that is risen, in him I am forgiven

To him that wears the crown, where true love can be found

To him that is the Saviour, blesses us with favour

To him of mighty strength, to you I can repent

To him who can perform, miracles to forlorn

To him of sovereign worth, our ruler of the earth

To him that restores peace, where wonders never cease

To him the gates allow, where even angels bow

To him yet seated high, to which I can rely

To him of thirst relief, of faith with sure belief

To him of strength to seek, forgotten and the weak

To him our hearts be kept, without we are bereft

To him that we belong, a cleanser of the wrong

To him that holds the throne, my soul is not alone



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Of wonders and miracles

Remover of obstacles

You are unstoppable

My Lord you reign



Unshaken invincible

Of justice permissible

Indifference unthinkable

My Lord you reign



Of presence intangible

Almighty wonderful

Love that’s unchangeable

My Lord you reign



Truth undeniable

Peace unmistakeable

Steadfast unshakeable

My Lord you reign



Sovereign unmoveable

Strong unassailable

Power unbreakable

My Lord you reign



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Unique, engrafted into the vine

Caring father, that is mine

Renewed mind, advancing song

Beloved, beheld, made to belong

Becoming dawn, where shadows flee

Emitting peace so gracefully

Presence, purpose, soul awake

Beyond ourselves, a choice to take

Surrounding shield will fortify

You cleanse, restore and purify

Captured mind, enabled wise

A glorious eternal prize

Your strong hand is filled with might

Fill my thoughts with your insight

Begotten son had paid the price

No greater worthy sacrifice

Unique, engrafted into the vine

I am his and he is mine



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Allotted time, of varied season

Child of virtue, child of reason



To tell of all your miracles

Be lead beyond all obstacles



Of such decrees, humble and just

Of noble measure, that I trust



The splendour of your holiness

Gloried shine of faithfulness



Where trouble finds, I am concealed

Of living lands, your truth revealed



From the throne, you will observe

Just rewards that we deserve



Guided forth, directed steps

Faithful guide, our Lord protects



Lord of favour, land inherit

Righteousness of spiritual merit



Unfailing love, patience abound

He sets my feet on solid ground



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Twas a stormy night

O’ tormented waves

Across the Sea of Galilee

Sweeping storms of surfaces spread

Tempestuous tempest, torrential rain

Of fear again, several sailors, fearful men

A gushing wave, to break the side

Visions of a sinking ship

Such stifled disciples

Their master still asleep

Lain down in tranquil rest

Such measures of a test

A cause to then arise, he opened up his eyes

They of little faith

Words spoken, of winds rendered still

Of tempest ceased, a calming storm

Such winds and waves obey him

To know the Son of man



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Of twelve disciples chosen

Assigned to greater work, toward the mountainside

Singled out from the multitudes

To them he preached, het others reached

To thus revere, with ears to hear

The voice of reason and that of truth

He preached the sermon, on that day

With love forever more, for blessed are the poor

Hardened hearts confound, undeserved are the proud

The righteous so to speak, a given kingdom to keep

The humble, they that mourn

That of grief that of sorrow, comfort to the weary

So blessed and do belong

The meek of earth inherit

Afar from thoughts of discontent

Ye their thirst for righteousness, to God do they repent

For those who are pure in heart

The Lord of which they’ll see

For those who care and trust in him

A life lived humbly

The rock is their foundation

Set apart from sinking sand

Of spiritual obedience, of virtuous commands



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The sick crippled and blind, of troubled waters to find

Aside the Sabbath rule, walked Jesus by the pool

Affliction thus pervade, to rest nearby the shade

Of varied people sat, yet laid upon the mat



The healing then began, a poor and crippled man

A statement did foretell, to walk and then be well

To spring and rise alone, to start towards his home

Of miracles revered, for Christ had disappeared



Religious Jews within, accusing him of sin

A command to walk away, presently Sabbath day

Upholding an offence, beyond their own pretence

Likened to revolt, of men who did find fault



Disciples picking corn, for they did not conform

A watchful Pharisee, en route to Galilee

Attended to a man, who had a crippled hand

Though lesser hearts forbid, did as his father did



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From the city of Sychar, a stone throw away

Stood a welcomed wayside well

Jesus and disciples, took thy rest

A journey of news to tell



Disciples went on, to pay for foods

For then a woman came by

A Samaritan, a glazing glance

Still water to draw up high



The Messiah’s request astonishing

A drink to ask of her

Yet the water he would give

A living thirst quencher



Of water not drawn from the well

To cleanse the sins of men

Salvation gift, given for free

To never be thirsty again



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A sole preacher of the wilderness

To thus attest, the Lord’s word

Of numbers great, from lands afar

Would flock to him

To the river Jordan with baptizing

A righteous man, John the Baptist

Of whom would practice, righteous ways

To tell the people, flee from sin

To warn them of a coming king

A worthy man, much greater than him

Yet Pharisees and Sadducees could not appease

Nor make-believe, of apparent good

For turn away from solemn sin

Of God’s kingdom, enter in

Simply clad of camel’s hair, simple food, home of bare

From Nazareth, so Jesus came

To be baptized, God’s holy plan

Yet worthy not, to unfasten his shoes

Open heavens, spirit of God

A symbol of, the coming King



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A prominent star, far to the east

A symbol of peace, to wise men of three

Beyond such a journey, the awaiting of a new-born King

To follow the star, that they might worship him

Yet aside from their quest, puzzled, perplexed

That of King Herod, afore thy detest

Chief priests and scribes, an enquired gathering

Herod to protect his beloved throne

A diligent search toward Bethlehem

To advise wise men, to seek out the child

Such shadows of night upon the land

From city gates, to the rightful place

An earnest rejoice

A star stood still

To humbly kneel, treasured offerings

Dreams foretold, arise and flee

Take baby Jesus to Egypt, an urgent plea

Of governed talk, of discovery

Herod’s aim to conquer prophecy

A choice in haste, a wrongful deed, a wretched command

Be rid of all young boys in the land

Yet wise men moved on

Joseph and Mary to return to where they belong

To journey on, to the land of Galilee



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A Jewess of Nazareth, city of Galilee

Alongside Joseph, soon to be espoused

Descendants of David, humbly poor

Calibre in carpentry, provide for his bride

To Mary an angel would arrive

Words of the angel Gabriel, she will bring forth a son

A sovereign Saviour of the world

Mary blessed and highly favoured

To bear the chosen one, both ruler and King

Yet surprising, afar woman of old

Elizabeth of Judah, a promise to unfold

For she would soon be with child too

Nothing is impossible for God to do

Be it unto him, in accordance to the word

Leaping babe of thy womb, promise arise

A secret to rejoice, beyond angelic voice

A journey to Nazareth

Joseph’s divine dream

Awareness anew, a promise to be true



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To be rebuilt, to be restored, to re-establish broken walls

Of former gates now rising up, to them that will rejoice

On assignment from the palace

Nehemiah of noble rank

With zest and zealous zeal

A great work to begin, relinquish finding fault

Continue the consigned course, even if by force

A purposeful quest, yet enemies seek to oppress

Chosen people of Jerusalem

Their aim to hinder

To turn our plans to cinders, of ruin again

Aside from jeers and jokes, we evoke the passion inside

From such a purpose as this

For Nehemiah here to rebuild, not to rebel

To hear of enemies plans, such work began

Armed hands of spears and swords

Guarding watchmen day and night, to then distract, a covert act

To call him away, an unprincipled trip, good intentions not

Yet passing times, forward seasons

Gave no reason, for continued up-rise

No scheme or lies, could dissolve desire

Nor cause delay

Gathered rules, with listening intent

Help the people, re-join and restore customs, not law

Promising years, place heathen aside, do not idolise

A Saviour will return

The writings of Malachi

A faithful prophet, of faithful words



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Eminent city of Persia, long live the King

A youthful Jewess, of parents passed

Resettled in her cousin’s home, under Mordecai’s care, as his own

To womanhood, the becoming of

The palace of Persia shall hold a feast, proud men shall gather

Prominent presence, echoes of entertainment

A heedless king of too much wine, a request for his Queen to dine

Such instruction declined

Continued unaligned, to behold of her beauty

Of customs contrary, of directions unwise

To dwell in the kingdom, yet to be replaced

In such haste, a queen no more

A closing door, seek out the best

Search through the kingdom

Esther before the King – be seen

To become Queen

Place a royal crown, inner restoration found

Mordecai as watchman, seated at the gate

Heard whispers of a plot against the King

Queen so informed, in Mordecai’s name

The guilty found, punished accordingly

Long life of the King

Mordecai unacknowledged

Notwithstanding kindness to him



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To govern at large, with depth and reason

King Darius ruler of the kingdom

Presidents for a land of size

The king thought Daniel to be wise



Princes appointed honourably

Filled with growing jealousy

Daniel served so faithfully

Others watched him carefully



Faultless find, a call to stay

Devotion daily, time to pray

A plot to have him done away

Of treatment in a wicked way



A king with pride deep at the core

Presidents helped to plan the law

For no requests of thirty days

Carried forth, unrighteous ways



Such flattery, from trusted men

From Daniel’s prayer – into the den

A law in place could not be changed

A callous plan they did arrange



Into the pit, sat unreleased

Sealed mouths of savage beasts

For God knew they were guilty

Daniel saved and rendered free



Injustice that was ensuing

The truthful case of wrong-doing

Into the pit, the men of wrong

For there the righteous don’t belong



Written by Geraldine Taylor ©

Strong Syrians at war against the Israelites

Yet followed a period of peace

Though no threat was posed, an enemy arose, from a foreign land

Fear drew in, the Assyrian king, was set to conquer all

Armies assembled from the border-land

O’ Ninevah city, a promised place

Radical residence of idol worshippers

Servers not of the living God, of what would become

A change of ways, lest they be destroyed

A chosen prophet foreseeable and called

A request to Jonah, awake the city

Of mercy and pity, to repent of their sins

Journey to Ninevah, look to the east

Actions opposed, a sail to the west, unaware of God’s test

An intention to hide, full of pride, he fell asleep

Yet on the ship, with sailors equipped, a storm arose

Wallowing winds, a stormy sea, a presumptuous plea

A cast of lots, on Jonah fell

Storm was sent on his account

Duly dashed into the sea, right into the belly of a fish was he

Three days and nights, afore dry land

Go tell the people of Ninevah

Preach the message, be undeterred



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Between the two, a valley lay

Israelites and Philistines beckoning war

Out of the camp of the Philistines

A towering giant would arise

Heavily clad, defiant and bold

So to sway the staff of his spear

A nation in fear, as was King Saul

Forty days of terror

Armies advancing in battle

Yet to defeat

As Israelites retreat in the sight of David

Stood in dismay

Honours and riches, marital reward

To he who can defeat the giant

A due attack with staff and sling

No sword for him

A trust in the God of the living

A protective guide

With fears aside, a stone was struck

Of awesome power to the giant’s head

Down to the ground, accomplished with sword

An honourable defeat

A nation at peace



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A graceful time of ruling

Appointed judge

Ruler of the people, keeper of the land

In a place of promise, Israelites reside

As the year draws near, voyage to Shiloh

Called to worship, offer your sacrifice

Here Hannah would pray

To grant her a son, Lord have your way

A solemn request

To ask of God, an answered prayer

Arrival of Samuel, so to dedicate

From a time of birth, till weaning transpired

His time had come

A due journey to the high-priest

Reflections of the temple

Eli saw she had prayed

A promise fulfilled

Clad in garments of white

Peace be still

Samuel shall stay, Samuel shall serve

In the ministry of the temple

Of valued worth



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The children of Israel, standing tall

Jericho and conquests beyond the fall

Possessing Canaan, equipped to defend

Tribes of twelve, of which they descend



From Joshua’s death to the Promised Land

False gods worshipped at every command

Returning to evil ways unpleasantly

God promised judges to bring victory



Israelites oppressed, Philistines of power

The appearing of an angel in a timely hour

The bearing of a son, promised to occur

Delivery from Philistines, was told to her



A chance of hope, not rendered forlorn

Unto mother and father Samson was born

A roaring lion of enemy plans

Samson seized the strength of his hands


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As was written, on Mount Sinai

As Moses stood on high, commandments of virtue

A shower of blessings, to bestow upon

As for the people, they adhered not

Unguided minds, an idolised calf of gold

Yet to unfold, in a moment of anger

Stones ****** down, sin was all around, though forgiveness abound

Two further tablets, inscriptions anew

Early on the mount, forty days and nights

At one with the father

Both food and drink – the absence of

From such a return, proceeding down

A glow of brilliance, radiant face

Of whom could stare

Dispel at once

Covering veil

Of such commands, in accordance with

Prosperity stands

To stray from the path, affliction coincides

Worship the Lord

Assemble the Tabernacle

With sacrificial offerings, designated ark

Glory be filled

A time to remain

The cloud has arisen

Journey on



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The descendants of which, numerous in size

Yet in such a land, a king would arise

To create slaves and disturb peace

The more he oppressed, they would increase



The harshness of the king’s command

Do away, sons of the land

The anger of the king would grow

Into the river, ordered to throw



Beyond the plight of wrongful deeds

A cradle lay among the reeds

His sister stood yet to abide

Concealed by the riverside



Ever near, the daughter’s king

Heard the cry of suffering

Little child a mother laid

Gave compassion unafraid



The pity that could not evade

A Hebrew woman, princess bade

Abandonment would be adverse

Mother called to take and nurse



A time of blessing to remain

Provision of a rightful name

Brought in age to Pharaoh’s daughter

Moses drawn out of the water



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Of such commandments from above

Obedience – a stream of love

Presented with abundant choice

Abraham obeyed God’s voice



A promised child of such a time

A standing test now would remind

The passing time yet would not falter

Offered gifts upon the altar



To Moriah, a land away

The sacrifice yet to obey

A calling forth to bring upon

No sheep or lamb, the chosen son



With all trust not put to fault

An angel brought him to a halt

Abraham followed all his plans

Now untie his feet and hands



Due fulfilment of the test

Your descendants I will bless

Lord’s provision, for the right

Precious always in God’s sight



Written by Geraldine Taylor ©

Beyond the destruction, a journey to the south

The bearing of a promised child

Unto Abraham and Sarah, within their latter stage

The joy of Isaac

An awesome wonder

Hagar and son, of company within the tent

In playful sight, both sons adjoined

A jubilant feast, with Ishmael unkind, merriment declined

The yearning of honour, attention be sought

An imminent request, send them away

Instructions of sorrow, Abraham obliged

Mother and son to voyage on

Seek the place where you belong

Replenishing supplies

A radiant sunrise, in the land of Egypt

Ye to wonder to the wilderness

Walking on empty, thirsty and faint

Wander no father

Suffering son

Weeping in solitude, fearful afraid

God heard the cry of pain

Draw to the spring, water arise

Be now filled, I shall provide

Your son shall live, grow and thrive

Strength shall arise, wait upon the Lord

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A tranquil land, when the Earth was but few

Refreshing renewal, beginning anew

Noah and sons, grew to remain

Multiplied nation, so it became



Mountain of Ararat, water subside

A move to the east, with fears aside

Families therein, travelled afar

A settled plain in the land of Shinar



Bold decision, people of prime

Building themselves, for such a time

A great high tower, apparent worth

Be not scattered over all the earth



Work commenced, building the city

Bricks and mortar, workers busy

Ever-ready, no time to stall

Unexpected to cease at all



Might endured, the time it took

A displeased father, there to look

Ever more sinful, none to repent

Ignoring the one who gave them strength



Labouring on, within their own plans

Worshipping the work of their own hands

A call from high, un-amused

Let their languages be confused



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Populated land of plenty

Yet hearts brimming with sin,

Dishonourable thoughts, unwholesome deeds

Blessings, provision, no gratitude thereof

The young mirrored such ways

Distaste all around, high and low, near and far

Preoccupied souls, distractions abound

Within such surroundings, righteousness remained

The remembrance of Noah, a passing of days, instructions foretold

An unfolding promise, destruction of old

A time for renewal, a solid ark to build

Call forth the chosen, the chosen are few

Gather your wives and sons, animals two by two

Close the door, seek refuge no more

Waters shall arise, raging torrents, streams will flow

Forty days and forty nights

Water-covered earth, send a raven to and fro

Send a dove for resting place

Imminent return, a week of wait

A second return, an olive leaf

Of such relief, the flood had ceased

A beautiful becoming, land again

An open door

An offer of sacrifice upon the altar

A promise on high

Rainbow sky



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A garden of serenity, peace with all prosperity

Trees and flowers on the land, yet adhere to my command

Rivers flowing gracefully, the planting of a special tree

Tree of life father to give, whoever ate would surely live



Unaware of a wrong choice, they listened to his gentle voice

The knowledge of a testing tree, continuing contentedly

Sin had crept into the place. Serpent tricking Eve to taste

Forbidden nature so revealed, disobeyed – temptation yield



Unable to stand and face, for there was no hiding place

Words untrue that were believed, lack of presence, father grieved

Adam and Eve failed to obey, yet their Lord would make a way

Serpent tried to separate, angel at the garden gate



Sinful nature would remain, shortly Eve would endure pain

Pleasant bond now left to spoil, Adam punished, left to toil

Growing sorrow, little trust, feeble body, back to dust

Make way back to harmony, send a saviour – set us free



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A vast expanse, no word in sight

A divine being, created light

Darkness fell as time passed by

Becoming of a bright blue sky



Of the deep, where water flows

A barren land of earth arose

Yet to behold, yet to bestow

The flowers, trees and herbs to grow



Moon and stars, a bright away

A blazing sun, divide the day

Creatures, fish, birds with wings

Creator of all living things



Animals made, great and small

The breadth of life, he made them all

A worthy soul for the living

To work the land, worshipping



Created good and wonderful

Of help to find so suitable

To grow in trust of faith – believe

A wife for Adam, namely Eve



To multiply, a land to fill

Peace on Earth, a divine will

Rest upon the seventh day

Guided through and shown the way



Written by Geraldine Taylor ©

Compassionate Christ, epitomised embraced

Devoted disciples, purposely placed

Above all, powerful praise

Forever first, sovereignty stays

Faithful father, welcoming will

Powerful purpose, fellowship fill

Highest honour, royal reign

Mindfully made, known by name

Each day edified, zealous zest

Daily devotion, radiant rest

Celestial city, glistening gold

Astounding angels, beautiful bold

Temporal trials, due defender

Jehovah-Jireh, sovereign splendour



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Let there be joy, let there be gladness

There in your presence, sanctified peace

Thoughts made anew, constant renewal

Adorned with truth, kingdom release



Bringer of light, depth in your word

Lamp to my feet, forever my guide

Dearest companion, draw ever near

There through my journey, you by my side



Patient and kind, ever so dearest

Quiet still voice, humbled to hear

Astounding joy, the fullness thereof

When trials come, I shall not fear



Standing in awe, honour and glory

Our understanding, ever transcend

Not one of us, ever could fathom

Heights of your greatness, spirit ascend



Promise to us, lasting eternal

Straighten thy path and rectify

Father above, ever so giving

Your holy name, lifted on high



Written by Geraldine Taylor ©

Since I was created for such a time as this

What on earth am I here for, before eternal bliss?

Let the weight of your calling, bring greatness out of me

The epitome of Christ, is what I care to be



With your divine purpose, evoked into your plan

Your perfect craftsmanship, made with your mighty hand

Spiritually lead me, with fresh waters anew

Let your holy spirit, guide me in what I do



In accordance with your blueprint, my purpose I will seek

My life is not my own, I am truly yours to keep

Before my birth you knew me, you knew my every path

The hairs upon our head Lord, I’ll let you do the math



Made into your image, the warmth of your embrace

Align me with your will Lord, let me win the race

Words cannot express the wonders of your love

That you would send your only son, from heaven above



The gifts you have bestowed me with and great ability

Open the eyes of my heart Lord that one day I shall see

Let me not take for granted of who you care to bless

Let me endure trials as you guide me through this test



Be my divine inspiration, knowledge not of man

Guide me to your truth so that I will understand

God has a sense of humour, he does like to remind

That even in the early hours, you are truly divine!



Written by Geraldine Taylor ©

Peering through the enchanted door, tell me what you see

A garden filled with charming buds, thyme and rosemary



Peering through the enchanted door, tell me what you hear

Bumble bees humbly, buzzing endless cheer



Peering through the enchanted door, tell me what you feel

A soft and velvet texture, light and so surreal



Walking through the enchanted door, tell what you hear

A clamouring of tambourines is sounding very near



Walking through the enchanted door, tell me what you see

A fairy land of mysteries, staring back at me



Written by Geraldine Taylor ©

At quarter past eight, I thought I would be late

Yet it was still early in the morning

Become what may, of the school holiday

My grandfather Joe was still yawning



At quarter past nine, I really took my time

My bowl of porridge was awaiting

At five past ten, I woke up from my den

My grandmother Sue was still debating



At half past eleven, we reached the River Severn

The ducks on the bank were astounding

At twenty to twelve, we saw a Mr Melve

He fell into the river, heart was pounding



At ten past one, my joy had nearly gone

My very tiny belly was to grumble

Yet five minutes later, we saw a kind waiter

The best meal ever, rendered humble



At twenty five to two, we visited the zoo

Gorillas were looking at me strangely

At five past three, birds surrounding me

They seemed to want to re-arrange thee



At quarter past four, we reached the zoo door

Grandmother left the shop so jolly

At half past five, her smile had come alive

She had bought me gifts and holly



At ten past six, my bike he had to fix

The shining glare was less appealing

At half past six, I was really in the mix

Dinner time coming was the feeling



At five to eight, they thought I couldn’t wait

Bedtime stories were commencing

Laughing in the night, a glorious sight

Grandfather talked about fencing



By quarter past eight, at a splendid rate

Grandfather saw me looking sleepy

Into the night, switching off the light

Twinkling stars will surely greet me



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Only those who know will understand

How I’m encapsulated by your command

How you brighten my day

With every thoughtful ray

That joy that wondrous joy



Only those who understand will ever feel

The essence of your heart not one could steal

How you turn the sky so blue

How you make my thoughts anew

That joy that wondrous joy



Only those who feel will embrace

Your footprints left without a trace

How your warm delight

Fathoms more than might

That joy that wondrous joy



Only those who embrace will truly care

Whether coming or going, you’re always there

How you render me still

Only your love could fill

That joy that wondrous joy



Written by Geraldine Taylor ©

Oh how my mum is special to me, not only because she prepares my tea

The way she sings so happily, she’s who I’d like to grow to be

She’s so sincere a heart of gold, with loving care her arms unfold

Yet longing for those days of old, new-born gift that she did hold



A soft whisper, a gentle tone, with her love I’m not alone

On days away the first to phone, that loving place I call my home

Such gentle strokes to comb my hair, she’s attentive and so fair

Her sheer presence, no house bare, the day’s she’s helped with clothes to wear



The wonder of her thoughtful gaze, the hope she kept a child to raise

Seasons new, a cherished phase, contained in her humble ways

Wrapped in warmth just like a glove, watching over from above

She glides across just like a glove, that ever special kind of love



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I ‘standeth’ in awe

It warms by day, yet cools at night

Of the ocean, of the lake, and from thy wet ground

N-o-w evaporate

As though still, but invisible

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Water vapour now a

Rendered cool, droplets form, liquid water born

N-o-w condensate

Form thy clouds, form thy rain

Through winter ‘formeth’ snow again

Your varied forms, ever-changing face

Whilst humid, vapour in the air contained

Exceed beyond thy limit, thy air cannot hold

Let the misty atmosphere unfold

The tropics of dew

Ever condensing from morning air

In the cool clear night, quietly escape

Cool droplets of dew, morning grass made new



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Soft crystals n-o-w form

Conditions suffice, ‘turneth’ to ice

Ever-changing, rendered new



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Orbiting the Sun, as though it were a ring

Summer then autumn, winter and spring

Opposites exist, as in day and night

The tilting of the Earth, now gives way to light



Of the inner planets, are we relatively near?

Orbiting Earth around the Sun in a year

Complexities of life, numerous reasons

Varying sunlight does create the seasons



Tilt towards the Sun, daylight will appear

A period of summer for that hemisphere

Lush green landscapes and longer days

Outdoor games in the sunshine rays



Shorter days of autumn, increased rain to fill

Leaves with less production of chlorophyll

Artistic shades of yellow, brown and red

Temperatures fallen, withered flower head



Chilly winter season, birds off to migrate

Bearing longer nights, animals hibernate

Trees losing leaves, dormant to survive

Incubated eggs, for winter has arrived



Such a joy in spring, fresh daises to pick

Wonders of new life, the hatching of a chick

Animals emerging, formation align

Plants burst into flower, ever so divine



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One of the five senses, tell me what you hear

Picking up of sounds, directly from the ear

A great deal of listening, noises all around

Approaching from a distance, I can hear a sound



I can hear a siren, I hear a bouncing ball

I hear a loud football crash against the wall

I hear the sound of paper, torn so carefully

I hear a crunching apple bitten gracefully



Detecting sound waves, in the open air

They cannot be seen, but they are still there

Patterns of the sound waves, dogs are howling

High upon the tree branch, I hear a bird sing



A message through my ears, sent towards my brain

I know what I am hearing, the splattering of rain

Different types of animals, distinct shaped ears

Some can hear clearer when a noise appears



Even with my eyes closed, I can hear a squeak

I can hear the footsteps, yet without a peek

Looking inside you will find the eardrum

Noise creates vibration, louder than a hum



A louder sound brings a larger vibration

Good listening deemed for a quiet narration

Sounds high and low, near or far

There goes the sound of a very fast car



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Yet a tiny fraction, there is so much more

Such a prominent universe to explore

Numerous galaxies, planets and stars

Orbiting the Sun above just like Mars



Saturn has a ring, others have a moon

Planets filled with gas like a hot balloon

Travelling in light years, so far away

Yet our solar system is a vast array



Looking through my telescope, planets to see

Looking out for Jupiter and Mercury

There is icy Pluto further from the Sun

My curious journey has just begun



The strong pull of gravity, keeping into place

The days, months and years, yet moving at a pace

Fascinating satellites, informative machine

Launching of the space crafts, places never seen

  

If I were an astronaut, how would I feel?

Adapting to space food, a dried and sealed meal

Travelling on mission, in the atmosphere

Witnessing diameters that I can but revere



On that day however, was my teacher playing tricks

Looking through the glasses, viewing the eclipse

Yet the Milky Way has a spiral twist

Looking from our planet, where current life exists



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Deep into the rainforest, a struggle to survive

From insects to leaved trees, wanting all to thrive

The habitat of animals, species all around

Living things a-plenty, crawling on the ground



The four main layers play a different role

The bio-diversity forms part of the whole

The dark forest floor and the understory

Shorter plants existing, many bugs to see



The vibrant middle layer, yet forms the canopy

Climbing the emergent, just like a monkey

The strong plant materials, helps to build a home

For people of the Amazon, food that has been grown



Tropical regions, Equator ever near

A moderate climate, giant trees are here

Forests on a mountain, misty all around

Coated in a moss, such an eerie surround



North and South America and Oceania

Asia and Europe, as well as Africa

There’s a cycle of life, yet deforestation

Affects the homes of animals for plantation



Removing ecosystems, can cause erosion

Droughts as well as flooding, less cohesion

The modern ways of man affects vegetation

Contributing to a silent devastation



Replanting, recycling, assisting with crops

Steps of preservation quench like raindrops

The precious seeds and life, of which can be found

Yet, it’s not too late to turn this world around



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Peace be still, strike thy pose

Epitome of eloquence, footsteps of the queen

Pearls of wisdom, solemn portrait

Position thy hat, attend to thy shirt, that of satin, that of lace

Family ties, adornment to each

All is well with thee, obedience calls – o’ child be seen, be not heard

Be seated; be still, thou shalt not be disturbed

Workhouses – be deterred, apprentice house preferred

Sacrificial morning, make way to the pit

A revolution of demand, provisions of coal, of iron, of copper, deposits of old

What sayeth thee?  We shall supply!

As pitheads wind, so miners grind

Seek and follow, tunnels be low – passages of the great

Toil dawneth on me, forty winks be yearned

As we flock to the town

Of craftsmen, of blacksmiths, tailors assist

Technology equips, shoe last o’ stiff

Fine fettles are thee, inventions surpass

Full steam ahead!  Country be lead.

Of sheets, of rolls, printing amass

Fortunes be stirred, households back to back

Our cast-iron range, warmth to thy home

Fresh statuses arise, relieve former ties

Ambition abound, middle class be found

Boil water on the range, afore we bath

Of fresh produce, of luscious game, black pudding o’ delight

Shilling be spent, fill up thy churn

Horses’ clod on cobbled streets, ploughed fields, farmer’s relief

Leg thy narrow boat, steam locomotive, cut short thy duration

Better to tow, canal bank astride

The Victorian age, of history, of pride



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Twas the flames of the night, that caused such a fright

In the great and vibrant city

Merchants arranged, at the Royal Exchange

Yet events to unfold struck pity



Rich noblemen and proud women

Strolling by the River Thames

No time to tarry, new goods to carry

Both silk and spice were gems



Projected below, dark streets narrow

Houses aligned together

O’ tinder dry, would not defy

The elements of the weather



Flames would not wane, on Pudding Lane

John Farynor’s baker’s shop

As the flames took hold, his scared household

Climbed to the nearest roof top

  

As watchmen saw, the sudden roar

Citizens ‘playing for keeps’

Abandon thy home, leave well alone

The diary of Samuel Pepys



With morning anew, it did continue

Warehouse of the riverside

An acrid stench, o’ would not quench

The smoke of which to override



Black clouds be seen, o’ King intervene

Equip your soldiers and band

A decision to take, for a ‘fire-break’

A guinea press into thy hand



With energy spent, make way to the tent

Creations upon Moorfields

Yet to discover, new ways to recover

Bring forth new trade and yields



New plans for when, thy Charles and Wren

Construct and build, be willing

The worthy meets, brought straighter streets

Provide thee with a shilling



We can but climb, as we define

The new magnificent

Brick homes no fall, yet standing tall

The commemorate monument



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A powerful hunter, of varied species

Watchfully gazing, they perch on high

Eyesight of excellence, strong hooked beak

Awaiting your prey, vultures, a splendid relation

Incredible wingspan, as they take flight

Found near water, perched on feathered legs

Fish a-plenty, hunting ground

Boot, harpy, snake, fish and sea

Of four divisions so they belong

Rainforests, deserts, coasts thy be found

Of almost every habitat

Foraging for food

Make way to the nest

Eyries of the ledge, frequently of the trees

Align thy grass, twigs and leaves

Display a valid courtship

Allocate thy mate

Somersault with might and weight

Protect thine eggs, chicks will hatch

Be guarded, vulnerability be aware

Return thy food, to motherly shelter

Protect from snakes, ravens, racoons

Promote survival, train thy young

Eagle calls across thy territory

Attention thus occupied

With wings outstretched

Take thy stand



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They roamed the earth with supreme distinction

Evolution prior mass extinction

Of giant forms, dominate thy land

Exceptional findings to understand



To recover and discover, fossils of old

To reconstruct, reform the mould

Fine tools to chip, we hammer away

Extracted fossils, in rocks they lay



Science of discovery, working replica

Evidence of skin and that of feather

The Mesozoic era, before catastrophe

Continents found, thy land and sea



Furry mammals, reptiles of the time

Dazzling dinosaurs crawling from the slime

Non-flowering trees, appearing tall

Conifers and mosses, plants of all



The varied forms, at the least complex

The Titanosaurus, Tyrannosaurus rex

The Kronosaurus, beneath thy wave

Seizing for prey, beneath the cave



Born to adapt, hunters of the sky

Beak-like jaws of which to reply

Folded wings, yet stood to train

The great survivors that now remain



Written by Geraldine Taylor ©

Pronunciate, predominate, preponderate, prevaricate,

Precipitate, pontificate, pomegranate, postulate –

Problem?

Do not attempt to look these words up!

That dictionary shouldn’t be w-i-d-e open like your mouth

Or can’t you handle multi-syllabic lexis?

I thought you were TOUGH, MIGHTY and STRONG

Yet lower,

Lower,

Down into the ground

A million thoughts lay scattered, here, there and everywhere

WAIT A MINUTE

I thought you were INVINCIBLE and POWERFUL

So HARD that you could DEFEAT anything that came your way

I THOUGHT YOU COULD RUN AND hide

Why, this room is as LOUD as s-i-l-e-n-c-e

I see that your friends aren’t with you now

What happened to your BIG mouth! Cat got your tongue?

But when your friends are around

Your tongue can’t resist a good workout

Up, down, t-w-i-r-l it a-r-o-u-n-d

I thought that Audacious was your middle name

Oh, here comes Georgia Giraffe.  Cat got your tongue again?

The old YOU jumps out and reveals itself

When YOU LOOK down AT PEOPLE

Those known as the vulnerable

So why is it that when people LOOK down AT YOU

You put on a mask?

Such an innocent and friendly face!

Scared now?  Met your match?

I thought that if you had a pound for every fight you had won

Every human alive would be penniless

Silly sausage!  Oh, sorry!  Offended?

Truth hurt?  Are you a victim?

Well, imagine what it feels like to be a victim!

Where the world is an e-v-e-r-l-a-s-t-i-n-g nightmare

Look here, look there, but there is no escape route

I-m-a-g-i-n-e what it feels like to want to t-u-r-n back the clocks

Where you can never see the shine

If it isn’t too much of a HARD task, then

Bully, OH bully



-Imagine-



Written by Geraldine Taylor ©

The prominent years, of which did last

Great heights of power, of centuries past

According to legend, thy Rome we build

Twin brothers afore, o’ Remus killed



O’ city of Rome, of which we name

A land of power, government, fame

A laurel wreath, for emperors made

Make way Augustine, we shall invade



Proud legions stand, march with thy sword

Set up camp, in one accord

Hilltops on high, settlement surround

Excavated objects found



We bind the law, of which was spoke

Of magistrates power, enforce, evoke

Writings carved, upon thy stone

Papyrus, bronze, of Latin alone



Villas remain, a courtyard near

Mosaic art, yet to revere

Myths and legends, they chose per se

God and goddess, a role to play



The Colosseum, the serious wars

O’ re-enact at theatre doors

Horses trotting, yet at a pace

The circus held, thy chariot race



Lend a penny, now let us bath

Thy mineral water, water wave

As strigils scrape, upon thy skin

With lavish oil, thy slave rub-in



A solid cause, bring to effect

Our empire built, we shall protect

Provinces, lands, we captured all

Stood to defend, afore thy fall



Written by Geraldine Taylor ©