Life sucks!
The painful truth.
That’s an error!
Why oh why,
does this recur?!
Just because a person
has no bucks.To live a life
to the full,
is what we’re meant to do.
Oh my, oh my!
Although would love to do
live to be a wife,
for the rest of my life.My love I gave to you,
so truly am I true.
But to do nothing hurts,
With boredom painful too.
I need to grow, not in spurts,
In wisdom, skill & interest,
But all done WITH YOU!
By “Sash” Emmanuelle Somerset-Beauverie
Choice. What is choice? Good bad ugly – am I making the right choice?
God. How much control does he have in my choice?
Freedom. Too little too late, as the saying goes. Freedom – that bird in that cages, wings stretch out wanting desperately to fly but can’t ‘cause of the limitations that the cage puts on her. God’s hand protecting her but will he protect her if she makes the wrong choice?
Choice. Good or bad?
Jesus’ saying: not my will but yours be done.
Choice. Love or hate?
60s 70s 80s. 60s live forever in my mind.
Love not hate.
War. People rule with their fists.
Choice. Love or hate this person. Accept or flick off like a fly. Walk down the other side of the street or smile and wave helo. Make a face or give a coat.
Choice. Not my will but yours be done.
Choice. She irritates me this new person in my life.
Prayer. Not my will but yours be done.
God the only answer the only way.
To believe or not to believe in him. Choice.
Choice. Sing his name from the roof tops or sing from your heart.
Choice. Let his name be known, pester people about him or respect their values of peace.
Choice. I am happy. Choice.
I will let my thoughts take over. Choice.
Please Lord help me to choose.
Choice not my will but yours be done. Choice.
What to write. What to wear today. How to do my hair. Choice.
How much control do we have? Choice.
Do I eat what’s not good for me? Choice.
Or do I eat with not a care in the world? Choice.
Do I sing Happy Birthday or do I not? Rejoice with this person who desperately wants to know that people care about their birthday. Choice.
Choice. Not my will but yours be done God.
Today is choice.
By Rachel
Dear Diary,
I have not spoken to you for a long time.
Welcome to my world.
My best mate, Adam, and I have been discussing why, at the age of 32, neither of us have any assets.
I reckon that it’s because we’ve both moved from town to town and job to job, low paying jobs.
But, because of that, we have a wider skills base than that of our other friends.
And we’ve faced a lot more than our other friends have.
Craig is pushing 40 and has been in a well-paid job for 13 years, yet he has no assets, either.
Lane recently won $50,000 on a scratchy card. He bought a secondhand car, which is an asset.
But, he still lives in the same place and has the same job and has no plans to move on.
And, worse still, he still has long hair.
I told him to cut his hair.
What a waste of $50,000!
I would have directed that money towards investments and my career plans.
Lane, however, sees no need in learning new skills or doing a training course with his $50,000.
Stuff it.
On Tuesday night, Adam and his housemate, Jeremy, had a small barney in the lounge.
At one point, Jeremy’s ranting became very comical, and Adam cracked up laughing.
I wanted to laugh, too, but out of respect for Jeremy, I held it in.
I was the mediator.
Some good points were made.
Adam attracts drama.
Adam does not understand why I’ve been in the same low paying job for 2 years.
So, last night, he got me to fill in an application form for a hotel job.
He does not think it’s a good idea to include on my CV the 4 months I worked at a strippers bar in Brizzy.
Stuff it.
I was the kitchen hand, not the stripper.
Even if I was a stripper, I would not be ashamed.
I learnt that the dancers’ job includes performance and people skills.
Adam looked on the website for the strippers bar, to get contact details for my reference.
But I told him it was under new management, which was why I left in the first place.
I asked him if he saw a stripper called Jordan on the website.
Jordan wore a police officer’s uniform, and she danced to ‘4 Minutes’ by Madonna.
Anyway I filled in the application form for the hotel job and Adam will hand it in today.
On Tuesday, I wanted to ask the lawyers at Credo about copyrighting my song lyrics.
Oh yeah, I just added another line onto ‘Dancer On The Stage’.
The line is: “You were the best thing that ever happened to me.”
Shucks, I hope I see that spunk by the end of the month.
Ain’t that the story of my life.
But Diary, you know it.
By David
This is a collective project of the writing group – alternative lyrics to Amazing Grace!
Amazing grace – it still resounds
Though deaf my heart may be.
T’was grace that was my journey’s start
And grace still walks with me.When I look at my life thus far
And see how you guide me through,
My heart is big and I want to sing
Amazing Grace to you!When I am lost and faltering
Will you still come for me?
With all my fears and wanderings
Will love still welcome me?Long lost friends in heaven’s embrace
Tell stories of pain and grace.
We’ll share and care and some time soon
We’ll see Him face to face.And here, in time, we’ll learn to live
In peace and harmony.
We’ll learn to be the children of
The grace that set us free.When we link arms and share our lives
It’s in God’s grace we live.
Like loaves and fish grace multiplies
With baskets left to give.Through stained glass windows comes the light
To shine on everyone.
With faith in you on the darkest night
And thanks for all you’ve done.Bless all the people of Credo
And help them to live well.
From humble ones to those with egos
We mingle and we gel.
