Forgive them Father

We wove the crown of thorns
That our precious Savior wore
FORGIVE THEM FATHER
THEY KNOW NOT WHAT THEY DO!

We weilded the whip
That tore into His flesh
FORGIVE THEM FATHER
THEY KNOW NOT WHAT THEY DO!

We drove the nails
That held Him to the cross
FORGIVE THEM FATHER
THEY KNOW NOT WHAT THEY DO!

We lifted the spear
That pierced his side.
FORGIVE THEM FATHER
THEY KNOW NOT WHAT THEY DO!

They are Your precious sons and daughters
Who will take up Your sword
And fight the enemy

They are Your precious sons and daughters
Who will go into the world
And open the eyes of the blind

They are Your precious sons and daughters
Who will overcome evil
And receive the victor’s crown

They are Your precious sons and daughters
And it is for them
That all this pain I bear.

FORGIVE THEM FATHER
THEY KNOW NOT WHAT THEY DO!

The Colour of Kindness

​The Colour of Kindness
What is the colour of being kind?

What tone and shade does it call to mind?

Can kindness be captured in a hue?

Something as simple as purple or blue?
The rainbow seven colours does own,

But in kindness much more than that is shown.

In word or deed, in every little thing you do,

Your attitude shows if your heart is true.
A touch or a word as sweet as honey

Can mean much much more than a lot of money.

A friend who in grief can hold your hand,

An ear that can listen and understand.
Colours are wonderful, colours are good,

Colours can even change your mood.

But kindness really knows no bounds,

It can not even be defined by sounds.
Bursting out of the darkness like Spring

With colours so glorious, that sing

Even sweeter than birds at dawn.

Those are the colours that kindness has borne.