You sing in hope And waiting sigh With eyes peeled To the sky Clouds rolling in, And would they break With blessings or Will they take? If I sing well Would God not hear And pack grey clouds Full of cheer? A strange surprise, All wrapped in black Might shine

I read this poem a few months back and thought it to be a fitting poem, evangelistic in nature, for New Year. Enjoy. Pleading For and With Youth Sin has undone our wretched race; But Jesus has restored, And brought the sinner face to face With his forgiving Lord. This

The new-born child of gospel grace, Like some fair tree when summer’s nigh, Beneath Emmanuel’s shining face Lifts up his blooming branch on high. No fears he feels, he sees no foes, No conflict yet his faith employs, Nor has he learnt to whom he owes The strength and peace

Now it seems His hand has turned Against you, Yes, has seen you sinking And has pressed your head Beneath the waves. You think “To catch a breath, ‘Tis one small favor, Can’t He see?” But yes, He sees; So why do gray skies Blacken more And gray waves Lash