My heart is a drum

My soul, a stringed instrument.

My mind, the conducter.

My Lord, the audience.

So I'm sat here, to be precise at this very moment of writing, and a thousand and one musical ideas, and lyrics are zooming around my head. A chord pattern and tune have just happend. I mean happened, I didn't put much imput into it, they were just there, and I don't recognise them at all.

O lord that my mind would remember my heart's crys.

I have a chrous:

Come and rescue me, save me from despair
Everlasting God, listen to my prayer
Come and rescue me, take me by the hand
Help me be a light to fill the darkness of this barren land.

Problem is I sung a verse, but now its gone.

Sometimes we do that, we let our hearts take over our mind, and they just shout out to God, and then we forget what the prayer truly was, or is that just me.

Sometimes, Lord, I find it hard to sing the
Songs of your love, and songs that sing that all is
Well when' Lord, my heart is really lost in
Troubles and trials, but Lord I know you're always there;

Jesus Christ, you've carried me through all these
Times of despair, and listened to me as I've
Made my prayers; Well Lord I pray for much more
Spirit and love, To drag me through these toils and snares;

God help me to not forget that you have
Been through such times, and worse then that: you scacrificed
Your son, so that you could be father
God; three in one: father son and holy ghost.

Thats that out of my system, to an extent.

Doesn't it blow you away that in making us i his likeness God made every individual human being creative, whether through music, or words or art, or modelling etc. It is in our very material to get creative. Wow.

Was reminded of the need for imenint action in staple hill walking home tonight.
Firstly I saw a group of kids, about 13/14/15 stood drinking, just not doing anyone or themselves any good, but it was the next thing I saw that saddened me most. As I walked past a pub I watched three teenages, about the same age again, running for the back door of the pub, and by the way they did it you could tell they knew it wasn't right. O that the Army would do so much more for these kids. They are on our doorstep after all, it's surely our duty to rescue them!

Here endeth the lesson