Thursday 23 December 2010

NIGHT OF HOPE



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Night of hope
Long ago
Born a baby
Meek and low
In a stable manger bed
The Son of God lay down His head

Chorus…..

Rejoice with angels, sing with them
Praise the One born in Bethlehem
Come with gladness, come with joy
He’s your King this baby boy

Night of joy
Long ago
A baby lay
Sleeping so
On a mattress of soft soft hay
The Saviour of men gently lay

Chorus…..

Rejoice with angels, sing with them
Praise the One born in Bethlehem
Come with gladness, come with joy
He’s your King this baby boy

Night of nights
Long ago
Baby Jesus
Coming low
With all ours sins He can cope
The Saviour came that night of hope

Chorus…..

Rejoice with angels, sing with them
Praise the One born in Bethlehem
Come with gladness, come with joy
He’s your King this baby boy

Colin Moffett

Monday 15 November 2010

BEAUTY IN THE CLAY

BEAUTY IN THE CLAY

No beauty in the clay
As far as we can see
It looks dull and lifeless
No interest to you and me
But a gardener plants his bulbs
Hides them all away
In his heart he knows
He has planted beauty in the clay

Chorus

Beauty in the clay though we cannot see
The bulbs that lie beneath hid from you and me
But they will blossom some bright glorious day
Then we will look in wonder at the beauty in the clay

No beauty in the clay
That is our mortal frame
No beauty of our own
Or of loveliness can we claim
But the Potter works with His hands
Fashions as He may
Shapes until He has
Vessels with such beauty in the clay

Chorus

No beauty in the clay
Of those that we can see
We look on the outside
That is shown to you and me
But the Lord looks deep in the heart
Shines a golden ray
Sees all that the Son
Has wrought to bring beauty in the clay

Chorus

Colin Moffett

Wednesday 3 November 2010

DRIFTING AWAY

Drifting away is the sand of time
Lost forever as you grow old
Spring, summer gone in autumn you dwell
Bitter winter reaching with icy fingers cold
A chilling wind is now whispering
Of time disappearing so fast
Are you ready for eternity
For next breath you take might well be your very last

Chorus
Drifting away, time is drifting away
The breath in your body no longer may stay
The Lord could call for you this very day
Your soul to eternity drifting away

Are you ready for Him to call now
Is your dear soul prepared to go
Have you been washed in His precious blood
And the blackness of your sin made whiter than snow
Tomorrow is not promised to you
Although He has given you this day
The sand of time is nearly all poured
Last breath of your body will be drifting away

Chorus
Drifting away, time is drifting away
The breath in your body no longer may stay
The Lord could call for you this very day
Your soul to eternity drifting away

Colin Moffett

Wednesday 20 October 2010

MY VALENTINE LOVE

They held each others weathered hands
On their fingers faded golden bands
Time had marched on, now late in life
Sixty years had passed as man and wife

A long time from when they did say
We’ll take each other, that Valentine’s Day
Tears ran down the old man’s cheek
With trembling voice he began to speak

Rose I have loved you all these years
Through ups and downs, joys and tears
His voice it trembled, to speak was hard
Remember Rose that Valentine’s card

You sent the year before we wed
Revealing your heart in all it said
One year later you became my wife
Sixty years together, sharing life

My Rose, my Rose we have walked the way
Along life’s journey with God each day
The day we wed, we asked the Lord
To be with us and He kept His word

Such love, such peace, it was the first time
We knew so much joy on any Valentine
Now you are going to that golden shore
I love you Rose but God loves you more

I know my Rose you are going away
Leaving me darling this Valentine’s Day
He squeezed her hand, more tears were shed
Her life ebbing away in that hospital bed

The Lord gives and the Lord He will take
In letting you go my heart it will break
Then he realised she was gathered to the fold
Her hand in his was now stony cold

The old man sighed and kissed her head
Then in sad farewell he quietly said
God has taken you to heaven above
Goodbye darling Rose, my Valentine love

Colin Moffett
Singer......Joyce Close

SWEET WILDFLOWER



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I climbed the mountainside
Clambered over rock and stone
Felt the peace of solitude
On its peak silently alone

Then I saw it blooming there
Though its leaves were torn, tattered
The wildflower of the mountain
With strong winds cruelly battered

I could see it struggled hard to live
Of its plight I took some pity
Mountain wildflower why bloom here
Come to my garden in the city

There you will live in calmer clime
Your life will be more at ease
No strong wind will harm your there
Your face kissed then by gentle breeze

I seemed to hear its voice reply
On its face a raindrop tear
I cannot go to a city garden
For my home is on the mountain here

God has planted me where He would
Here my abode the mountain high
If you took me from its slopes
Then alas my heart would die

Here I am nearer Heaven’s sky
He has blessed with such a view to see
Of all the places I could have been
This was the home He had for me

Battered yes and bruised my leaves
Yet the sun shines on my face
Remove me not for not His will
That I should ever leave this place

I descended from the mountainside
Over me again its peak did tower
Pondering over the lesson I had learned
Taught to me by the sweet wildflower

Colin Moffett
Singers.....The Country Three...Gerti,Patty,Judy

THAT CORNER OF THE OLD RACE ROAD



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I often walk in memory
To my home of long ago
The trees growing round about
Where a river through a yard did flow
Back to the scenes of childhood
Of things I remember still
The white thatched house in the valley
Neath the shadow of the Old Blackkhill
I see in my minds eye
The scenes that go by
The row of washing on the line
Where Mum hung it out to dry
The well of spring water
That quenched our thirst each day
And the chaff mattress on the beds
When down to sleep we lay

Chorus
Memories my memories
Of the place where I abode
The place of my childhood
On that corner of the old Race Road 

I often walked the meadow
Fished sticklebacks from a stream
Lay on its grassy banks
Where a young boy he could dream
It’s where I met my Saviour
Who means the world to me
I give him a young boy’s heart
And He set it gloriously free
So many things that happened
Of them I can recall
But it would take far too long
For me to relate them all
I see the open fire
Replaced by a stove glowing hot
To fry a pan of onions
Or boil potatoes in a pot

Chorus......

The table by the window
Where the family it did dine
Mum and Dad sitting there
With their family of nine
The Tilley lamp lit at night
Was modernised to gas
The wireless and record player
Helped the time to pass
The outside toilet in the yard
Gas mantles lit with a match
The roof letting the raindrops in
So my Dad replaced the thatch
Forever I will carry
These memories of yesterday
The scenes of my childhood
When thoughts to them will stray

Chorus....... 

Colin Moffett
Singer.....Joyce Close

CRIMSON TIDE



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Crimson tide; flowing wide
Plunging deep within
The rising flood of Jesus’ blood
It cleansed my soul from sin
At the cross; see the loss
Of that crimson flow
From Jesus’ side; gaping wide
From a swords’ cruel blow

Chorus

Blood of the Lamb; cleansed I am
It washed my sins away
Crimson tide; flowing wide
Sinners bathe in it today


His hands impaled and roughly nailed
To that centre tree
Thorn crowned head; dripping red
And there He died for me
He arose again; so that we then
May know the cleansing purge
Of blood drops red; that were shed
And from His side did surge

Chorus

Blood of the Lamb; cleansed I am
It washed my sins away
Crimson tide; flowing wide
Sinners bathe in it today


Colin Moffett
Singer.....Martin Moore