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The Whisper

As I sat at my computer, wondering what to do,
A whisper in my ear said, I have a job for you.
Startled I looked around but no-one was there,
I was alone in the still of the night.

I recalled my wife told me of Samuel, 
A prophet back in biblical times,
I felt foolish, knowing what I had to do,
I was alone and simply said, God, is that you?

I am who I am the whisper came back, 
And I have a job for you
I have looked at your life through your veil of tears,
And have decided just what to do.

Are you God? I asked, hardly daring to breathe,
If so then I've something to say.
Why has my life been so hard to live? 
I've struggled right up to this day.

I've been kicked and beaten, left battered and bruised,
Laughed at, spat at, abused and accused.
Each time I have tried to better myself all these years,
It's ended in sorrow, no laughter, just tears.

God, have you seen my distress from the start?
Why didn't you help stop a breaking heart?
I love you much and have never left you alone,
Through your trials and pain I see you have grown.

I have watched and waited for many years,
I have carried you long through your veil of tears,
The strength you have now is through My love,
Protected and guided by Me up above.

Remember the times when life looked so bleak,
Times when death was all you would seek.
No signs for the future, just lay down and die,
Who helped you My son? It was I.

You have asked many times why can't we move on?
Each time we were stopped, to help out someone.
Just when we thought it was safe now to try,
Someone else came along and on us did rely.

There are many I love and will never let down,
So I trained you My son through your years of despair.
When folk needed help, I knew you were there,
Sometimes just a shoulder to show that you care.

You have done many things, the world cares not a jot,
Your faults are forgiven, I remember them not.
When you work for the Lord sometimes you may stumble,
I will not let you fall if you remain humble.

Thank you Father for letting me see,
The wonderful life you have planned for me,
The journey is long, and hard every day,
But through it all I have learned how  to pray.

I'll follow You Lord, Your path I will tread,
My future secure, no longer I dread.
No fear for tomorrow, each brand new day,
To help someone else to move on their way.

© Dave Timperley 2012

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Nag Nag Nag

God made Adam out of the clay,
A friend for walks in the cool of the day.
Eden was all that Adam had to tend,
But God decided he needed a friend.

From Adams rib, God did conceive,
A companion for him who He called Eve.
How long he walked with God we do not know,
But it was a good life without sorrow.

But this all came to an abrupt end,
On that morning Eve he did comprehend.
For from the moment she was activated,
Adam's life was aggravated.

Each day became an infernal drag,
Because all she did was NAG, NAG, NAG.
The grass is too green, the flowers too bright,
And where do you go in the cool of the night?

Where do I go when I want a chat?
I've got no friends, did you think of that?
You've got a job, God did you proud,
All I get told is, don't touch that, it's not allowed.

I'm going to leave, with nothing to put in a bag.
Adam said yes, please go, then no more NAG, NAG, NAG..

© Dave Timperley 2013

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Granddads Book

In my quiet times I often try,
To remember places I've been.
To recall folk I have passed by,
And sights that I have seen.

There is nothing wrong with my mind,
Sometimes my memory is quite refined.
I think it's filled over many a year,
With so much junk, nothing seems clear.

So, I made up my mind to write it all down,
To recall it all caused me to frown
It started like I was in the dark,
A memory flared, I was in the park.

That day in the park was just the lever,
I found my mind was as good as ever.
Tho' times and places got out of line,
I wrote it all down, now wasn't I clever!

I'm nearly at the end of my story,
A journey I'm glad that I took.
For my grandsons to read in years to come,
I'll call it Granddads Book.

© Dave Timperley 2012.

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Working in The Hospice

To Work In A Hospice Just Be There and Care.

Bring yourself, It's all that you have and it's real,
Everyone needs to be understood and to feel.

Treat others in the way you want to be,
Hear what's unspoken, listen for the key.
Encourage folk to say what they need,
Remember your limits , try not to exceed.
Every time you give, someone receives.

Allow yourself feelings, You are not perfect,
Never share outside except with the staff elect,
Dying is a lonely journey, let your care be your gift.

Care and love, let yours show,
Anxieties of your own, just let the staff know.
Recall happy memories, folk like that a lot,
Empathy's good but sympathy's not.

A way to remember the rules of engagement in The Hospice.

©  Dave Timperley. October 30th 2014

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I'm drifting  Lord, I'm all at sea,
You came along and uplifted me,
No rudder Lord, i'm feeling shallow,
Lord, be my guide and I will follow.

I'm drifting Lord, I'm all at sea, 
Lord I pray,come, rescue me,
Alone was I to sit and cry,
You gave comfort by and by.

The world's so big, so cold and cruel,
Your love to me is lifegiving fuel.
When I am feeling close to You,
My world is safe and warm and true.

Friend, if you are feeling low today,
just get  on your knees and pray.
You'll be amazed that when you do,
You'll find the Jesus Way is true.

© Dave Timperley 2012

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Run barefoot thro' the park,
Dare to stay out after dark.
Kick up a storm of Autumn leaves,
Watch the birds nest in the eaves.

Go skinny dipping in the brook,
Climb a tree to test your pluck.
Race thro' woods in dead of night,
Look for fairies in pale moonlight.

Watch the trains thunder down the track,
See the smoke belch from its stack.
Peer down the dark tunnel up ahead,
Here there be dragons we fear and dread.

Witches fly across the moon,
Casting spells riding on a broom.
Don't let them see or lest you'll be,
Turned into a toad for all to see.

Run fast, run fast,
Get home at last.
Ragged breath from heaving chest,
Safe and sound at mothers breast.

Happy now, sat by her chair,
Your not a meal in the dragons lair.
Boys and girls play out at night,
Trying to be brave but full of fright

Mother has called me in for bed,
A welcome drink and toasted bread.
It's the end of the day,
For a sleepy head.

© Dave Timperley 2012

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God is my Dad

I love my God, He is my Dad,
I didn't know Him when I was a lad.
Given a penny to take to church,
Spent the penny left God in the lurch.
Went through life doing no-one ill
Still not doing the Masters will.
Married had kids, all well and good,
Still no church but knowing I should.
Then came trouble, children rebelling,
Bills through the door threats compelling.
Future looks bleak, nowhere to turn,
Heading for hell, I don't want to burn.
Cried out to God, I need your help.
Sorry  for being an irreverent whelp.
God answered my call as only He could,
He said honour me, I said I would.
My life turned around, got better each day,
For the good things in life, I just pray.

© Dave Timperley 2012

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Got no time

Got no time for You Lord
No time for your quiet word.
My life is far to busy Lord,
Filled with things of material wealth
Got no time for You Lord,
All my time is needed for myself.
Got no time for You Lord.
With pleasures to be sought.
My only interest is me Lord,
Never a thought of Thee.
Loud music fills my ears Lord
I don't hear Your whispered plea.
My soul is on a roller coaster
Deaf to your still small voice.

Got no time for You Lord, 
Then a vision cleared my mind,
A vision all to bright
Of a dark and lonely hillside
When the day turned into night.
The mocking crowd jeered at Your Son.
I knew then what I had done.

Now I have time for You Lord,
For the price you paid for me.
You showed mercy to that sinner thief,
In his place I now see me.
I fall upon my knees My God,
Cleanse me as only you could.

Forgive me Lord for what I was,
Having time only for myself.
Let my tortured soul be free.
My beloved savior gave Himself,
On that cross on Golgotha's hill,
Oh yes, I now have time for You Lord,
I have learned to bend to Your Will.
©  Dave Timperley May 2015

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Tap, Tap, Tap

'twas a dark and rainy night as she hurried home after missing the last tram.
She never gave a thought for the mysterious man in the shadows as she passed by.
In a heavy raincoat, his hat pulled down, masking his eyes, he began to follow.
All she heard was the tap, tap, tap of a walking cane coming behind her.
She felt her heart race, looking about for a friendly face, there was no one,
Just the tap, tap, tap of the cane echoing on the cobbled street.
She could see her house, it seemed so far away, she tried not to panic,
Her feet slipping on the rain slicked cobbles as she neared safety.
Tap, tap, tap, it was incessant, driving her half crazy with fear,
Her feet felt like lead, her dry throat strangling the scream that filled her head.
Tap, tap, tap, ever closer, the beads of sweat now stinging her eyes,
Tap, tap, tap, she was shaking and lightheaded, fearing the worst.
She fumbled for her door key, her fingers trembling,
She opened the door and turned on the light in one swift movement.
Tap, tap, tap. It stopped.
Her stomach in knots, she slowly turned to look outside.

" Granddad" , she said, " why didn't you say something?"

Beginning to think of Halloween now.

© Dave Timperley September 2014

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The Yorkshireman

Now ma mate Geoff's a Yorkshireman,
A Doncaster lad, born n bred,
Full o' fun but thick in t'ead,
Now ah can say this wi'out insultin',
'cos e's me mate an we gerron great,
Ah calls 'im rotten when we're in t'shop,
an 'e gi's it back, n thinks 'e's on top.
I'm a Lancashire lad, born n bred,
'e sez ahm same, thick in t'ead,
Insults we chuck alt' time at each other,
But Ah loves 'im like 'e were me brother.
Anyone comes wi' insult for 'im
As ter get past me an' that would be grim.
Ah banter is fun an' nowt else tha' see,
Ah jabs at 'im an' e' jabs at me.
So don't get t' thinkin' as Roses War's still on,
When we as a go, it's just fer ah fun.  

© Dave Timperley 2012

Copyright © Dave Timperley | Year Posted 2012