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Prayer

Prayer

Like hands that open the curtains apart
May your hands do the same with my heart
And allow light from you to fully flood in
That daytime may rule where night-time had been

I wish nothing to be hidden from your loving concern
There's no bad way in me you cannot discern
So, search through me oh God and cleanse me of sin
That your spirit may find a home deep within.

Let the thoughts of my mind be a pleasure to you
That in all of my ways I'll do as you do
And never more to let go of your hand
So that you can lead me to the promised land

Andrew Jarvis 1994

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Me, Myself and Iphone

Me Myself and Iphone


How’s the line can you hear me now
I’m getting bad reception

They say these gadgets make life easier
But maybe that’s self deception

I saw seven girls walking by the other day
You’d think out to enjoy the sun and the view

Six on their phones, one with nothing to say
Or perhaps just no one to say it to

No one was listening to the ones around them
The ones who were all within reach

What’s wrong with the world is they’re all too scared
To look up, to listen, to teach

You want to say, take a look where you’re going
Give them some friendly advice

But they’re all so engaged in their digital haze
They’re obsessed with their hand held device

You see them drive by with one hand on the wheel
They’re not even watching the road

Now the only acknowledgement they give to others
Is something they call ‘manner mode’

The phone was supposed to improve communication
To get friends and family reconnected

But now they’re all in self imposed isolation
Cut off by electronic walls they’ve erected

Each generation find’s it harder to cope 
Less able to use what they’ve already got

The more man relies on his electronic tools
The machine in their heads is almost forgot


Camera, recorder, computer cell phone
These things are no match for your brain

Too much devotion to such circuit works
Would drive any person insane

It’s a superficial world that you just think is real
While the real one lies under you’re feet

It’s time to remember how to look, hear and feel
Before someone somewhere hits delete

Just try and recall how you first saw it all
Reach out to somebody nearby

They’ll never wake up until they get reconnected
To the great outlet who lives up on high

Andrew Jarvis, 2005

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Deja Vu

Deja Vu by Andy Jarvis

History repeats itself,
Or so the saying goes.
But generations come and go,
And no ones left that knows.
All the world powers from Babylon
To the Empire of America,
Have used the sword to get their way
Not just Hitler and his swastika.

It’s the fascists that write the history
That they teach your kids in school
A sanitized version of events
They’re treating you like fools.

Some say Hitler was a good guy
He only wanted what’s best.
Germany was prospering
So why care about the rest?
He gave them all the Autobahn,
And a family car to ride
So, Hitler was a family man
He must ‘ve been good inside!

And when he burnt down his Reichstag
On a cold dark winters night
He gave them what they wished for,
Another reason for a fight.

Rid the world of the commies, they cried
The Gypsy and the Jew
But today they cry out terrorist,
And the one that’s shouting’ is you!

Where were you on that fateful day
When those towers turned to dust?
Their commander sat in 3rd grade class
Is his the face that you trust?
He says that he’s a Christian
His mission sent from heaven
I think it’s time he took a look
At Luke 6 verse 27

Slavery is alive and well,
And supporting’ your economy
In the sweat shops of the 3rd world
Tucked away where you cannot see.
And their farmers have to grow your drugs
They’re givin’ you your fix.
They’ll kill their ‘hopes’ to keep it so
The CIA and their dirty tricks.

Guns are the weapon choice of the coward
Not the heroes like they tell ya’
Billy the Kid committed homicide
Whilst his country was built on Genocide
Are these the boys you want on your side?

African American, Hispanic, Male or female
They’ll put you in their front lines
While their sons go off to Yale.
They just want to clean up the mess you see,
Put the people in their proper place
They’ll tell them their ‘America’s Finest’
And bury them in a ‘sacred’ place

When will you see the reality?
When will the light come on in your head?
When your ‘battlegrounds’ ruined beyond repair
And everyone else long dead?
What would you say to Christ on that day
If he came knocking on your door?
Would you grab your 12 gauge off the wall
And blast and scream some more?

Who’s behind things anyhow?
Who’s to blame for the things that you’ve seen?
Just open your bible and read what it says,
1st John Chapter 5 verse 19

A.Jarvis May 2005

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Road Rage

Road Rage

The sign on the road said stop and turn back
But the driver is listening to his own soundtrack
The noise in his head is messing up his thinking
As he looks at the truck ahead whose lights are blinking

He yells out the window ‘’Are you stupid or what’’
‘’Watch what you’re doing you ignorant clot’’
When he looks back at the road it’s already too late
With his foot to the floor, he meets his fate

I know for I was there on that same road
I was driving a truck with a heavy load
The truck in his way was driven by me
I kept hitting the breaks in the hope he would see

The bridge up ahead had collapsed you see
I did what I could as he sailed by me
He saw my warnings as a hindrance to ignore
Some people are like that when you knock on their door

Don’t worry how they drive, but how you do instead
Watch for the warning lights up ahead
For some roads go nowhere and you need to resist 
Because those that seek to travel them will cease to exist

A.Jarvis March 2012

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Something In the Air

Something in the air.

People will see what they want to see
And blame who they want to blame
I don't want to see the reflection of me
To face the mirror of my own shame

The one who smelt it dealt it
Is a jibe we learned in our youth
The one who denies it supplies it
Looking back we see it's the truth

It's easier to point the finger
To divert attention elsewhere
And if the smell should linger
Just refuse to breathe your own air

Something stinks around here he proclaims
Take a breath, did you get a good whiff?
But only it seems around you!
That confirms it then he says to  himself

Why is it you're always last to know
When your breath gives off a bad smell
With your nose located an inch from your mouth
You should be the first to tell

But it's always another who points it out
Hey, brother, I've a mint for you!
No thanks, I just ate you quickly reply
But he insists,'Go ahead take two!'

We need to be tactful, and never be mean
But it needs to be pointed out
The importance for all in oral hygiene
Can never be left to doubt

So next time someone offers you a mint
Take a moment and ask yourself why
Is he kindly trying to give you a hint
For the cause of that tear in his eye?

If we all could focus on the  rafter in our own
And not that straw in another's
We wouldn't have to find ourselves all alone
Shut off from those we called brothers

The kisses of a hater are to be despised
But the wounds of a lover invited
So when offered a mint don't be surprised
He's helping your wrongs to be righted

If only you could close up that space
Given more thought to the words that you chose
The source of the problem in many a case
Is right there under your nose

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Who's To Blame

Who’s To Blame?

Did you ever get the blame,
For a crime you didn’t commit?
Did you rant and rave,
Scream for justice
Or quietly submit?

Are you more a man than Adam
Who when found taking from the tree..
Acted like the little boy
Who shrieks ‘It wasn’t me!’

Knowing he was guilty,
He tried to shift the blame,
Forgetting his responsibility
In an effort to hide his shame.

Much like Saul who did the same
To his own men at Amalek
Not wanting accountability
He sought only to save his own neck.

Or are you more like Joseph
Who when falsely accused of rape
Waited silently in a prison cell
For Jehovah to provide escape

Do you resemble David,
Who when hounded by the King
Never sought to retaliate
But entrusted his God with everything.

Is your love enough that you
Can take the blame for others?
If not, then how is it you say
‘I’d give my life for my brothers!’

There was once a man
Who lived a life
Without a single error.
Such a man could acquire
For himself much power
And rule with a hand of terror.

But rather he chose
To serve the weak
Forsaking this world’s pleasure
Giving up that perfect life for us
With a love that knows no measure.

And when they nailed him
High upon the stake
It was no cause for sorrow
For he took the blame
From Adam’s sin
To the ones we’ll make tomorrow.

And as he died in agony
Did he shift the blame upon you?
No, but he said, “Father forgive them
For they don’t know what they do”

A.Jarvis  February 1995

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Growing Pains

Growing Pains

The fearful child inside of you
Says that’s who you still are.

The wounds inflicted when we’re young
Can leave behind a scar.

You’ll never amount to anything,
You’re not worthy to be here

And so he puts his doubts in me
His anxiety, his fear

A self-fulfilling prophecy
That’s impossible to bear

And so some go along life’s road
Completely unaware

Others are told you can do as you will
Never mind what others feel

Just enjoy your life and take what you want
You can lie and cheat and steal

But you never seem to feel satisfied,
You know deep down it’s not true

It’s just because they didn’t sacrifice
And spend more time with you

So you spend your life trying to fill the gap
With never ending stuff

This vicious cycle of events
That’s never quite enough.

But when will you both
Get it in your head

Love others as yourself 
The wise man said

A.Jarvis Circa 2006

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Fish Bait

Fish bait

What does a fisherman use for his bait? 
That keeps him out fishing so often so late?

Fish is the answer in many a case
Which he casts in the waters in this and that place.

He tells himself that he ‘has a family to feed,
But he doesn’t yet see he already has what they need

But he wastes it in his haste to do more and more
Whilst, in reality, his family grows poor

So listen you fishermen and learn what to do
The fish that your family craves may well be just you.

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Nothing New Under the Sun

Nothing New Under the Sun.(Satan’s little helpers)

There’s nothing new under the sun, 
first came the sword then came the gun.

Gonna make me a spear, gonna build me a rocket, 
every bullet they fire is money in my pocket.

I’ve had you fighting your neighbour, had you fighting your brother.
Had you fighting for ‘peace’ then fighting each other.

Communist, Terrorist, Pacifist and Liberalist
On the right on the left, whatever the label.
I’ve got all my horses rounded up in one stable.

The soldiers of Rome impaled their future king.
The soldiers of Hitler did much the same thing.

Oil is the earth’s blood, the prize they all seek,
But I trade it for your blood every day of the week.

It gives me a thrill to see that blood spill,
They’re Satan’s little helpers and they’re there for the kill.

You wanted it all, you reached for the moon.
But you want things in my world, you gotta dance to my tune.

I have to admit, it sends shivers down my spine,
When you salute that flag and I know that you’re mine.

There’s nothing new under the sun, 
Been tellin the same lies since the earth first begun.

I’ll fill you full of facts, just one of my tricks,
You wouldn’t know the truth if it hit you like bricks.

When those witnesses come calling, trying to talk you some sense,
You’ll pay them no heed at your own expense.

I’m the winner now whether you live or die, as long as I have you believing the lie.

You can’t see the picture, and that’s how I like it.
By the time you learn history, you’re already part of it.

There’s nothing new under the sun, first came the sword then came the gun….

A.Jarvis July 13th,2006.

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Too Much Noise

Too Much Noise

This world is full of so much noise
It’s intended to drown out his voice

He’s a soft-spoken one that’s clear to me
But he’s given us all the choice

Those in the city wherever they look
See the things that bring glory to men

They pump up their arms, they say we‘re the way
The sword is mightier than the pen

Tarmac and steel, it’s all so unreal
They’ve covered his work in concrete

You can’t see the sun or the moon anymore
We suffocate the earth under our feet

If you just get away from all that traffic
Fill your lungs with some clean air

You’ll find he has so much to say
When he finds a listening ear

The waves of the sea, the clear mountain spring
They’re helping you with thinking

They’re guiding you and protecting you
To what you should or shouldn’t be drinking

If you drink from the sea you’re never refreshed
If you keep on they say you go mad

Just one glass from that mountain spring
Is all it takes to make one glad

You’ll feel better too, see things anew
The picture will get ever clearer

As you drink from that spring, it can’t help but bring
Its source ever nearer and dearer.

A.Jarvis Circa 2008