Royston Allen Poems

Lord, is this what life is really all about?
We get to You all wrinkled and so worn out
Is life what we have become on our last day?
All weakened and plagued by senile decay
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We were very young in those days
and refused to be set in our ways.
We both got on well from the outset
and were in our teens when we first met.
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It reached 8.9 on the Richter scale
and the hearts of men began to fail
as they forecast a huge Tsunami
a great tidal wave rising from the sea.
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Lord, please tune my ears so that they may hear
Words spoken by you that I count so dear
Then open my eyes so that they may see
Opportunities for You to work through me
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Wen vudazrvukoldist vunittsrvuwormis
(Wen) vuuizrvukolis vuVrosdizvushrpisd

Translation
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I heard Jesus say 'Come follow me'
and thought 'how close to Him can I be.'
So I decided in His footsteps to tread
to listen closely to all that He said.
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Father into your hands I place
the things I cannot do.
Father into your hands I give
what Irene's going through.
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Reaching out to me Jesus touched my eyes
Enabling me to see to my surprise.
Gazing into His face so clear and bright
I stood before Him with my new found sight
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Unclean as I was He reached out to me
and by His touch removed my leprosy.
Standing before Him now cleansed and relieved
I'm so glad I've trusted Him and believed
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The love of my youth is still the love of my life.
and for forty five years my adorable wife
has been faithful to me throughout those years.
Through the rough and the smooth, the joy and the tears.
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