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Reassurance

 

All was very quite as I sat alone

It was if I was surrounded by light

I felt at ease and all was calm 

On a journey I was taken that night 

A gentle voice said do not be afraid

Please take hold of my hand

I want to take you on a journey

To a peaceful and pleasant land 

My companion was a spirit guide

Who explain his world to me?

He was taking me on an adventure

For me alone to see 

He wanted to elevate my fears

That death is not the end

It’s the beginning of a new experience

This message to all I send

First and foremost you all are spirit

For the material is but brief

For as we leave the material world

Our spirit within is released 

You are then reunited with your loved ones

Who have all past before?

You then will be reunited

As you pass through the spiritual door 

Malcolm Bradshaw

 

 

Thank you for the flowers


Thank you for the flowers,

Their fragrance smelt so sweet,

Your kindness I will treasure,

Until once more we meet.

 

The sorrow you have shown,

The tears that you have shed,

No words need be spoken,

For in those tears all was said.

 

Try to understand,

That life will carry on,

My spirit has entered a better place,

Although my bodies gone.

 

My life must continue,

To achieve the very best,

But first I must compose myself,

And take a well earned rest.

 

Such a lot to do,

Of that I am sure,

For time does not stand still,

But carries on for ever more.

Malcolm G Bradshaw

A Farewell to Winter – Promote Yourself

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Light leaks; layers the early eastern hills
Butter-yellow and fresh-squeezed tangerine.
Breakfast colours. The cold skinny breeze fills
The space between birdsong with wild green
Scents: Fynbos and firs, precocious perfumes
From hedgerows hued in blazing blue and red.
A premature promise of summer blooms
Before the last frost. When frozen and dead
These petals will carpet the trail toward home,
Marking the certain seasonal parade,
A farewell to cold, an end to the poem
That was winter. As dawn’s grey starts to fade
I stop to look back on the path I have trod
And offer myself to my Creator God.

Christopher  Leach

I am a 40-something year old living in the tiny village of Bathurst in the Eastern Cape Province, South Africa. I grow flowers and vegetables and work in a local restaurant on weekends. I have spent most of my adult life travelling; I have an RYA Yachtmaster ticket and a lot of my journeys involved delivering sailing yachts. After a happy seven year relationship with an amazing women, author amongst other skills, who tragically, died in a airline crash in Tripoli in 2010, I decided to move back to the area of my childhood and put down roots. Living close to nature has inspired me to start writing again, hence my use of a WordPress blog to share my writing with others.
Christopher Leach

IN MY HOUSE

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In my house there are many mansions,
Seek and you shall find,
Knock and the door will open,
For God will illuminate your mind.

Ask and it will be given,
The knowledge that you seek,
For the spirit world will open,
To bestow gifts around your feet.

Death does not destroy,
The spirit that lies within,
Only the mortal body dies,
For death can never win.

When the body is buried it is mortal,
When it is raised its pure delight,
When buried it is ugly,
When raised it is pure and bright.

Death where is your victory,
Death where is your pain,
For the spirit has embarked on journey,
To a sphere on the astral plane.

Death takes away the mortal,
The spirit continues to thrive,
For death cannot destroy,
A spirit that is very much alive.

Malcolm G Bradshaw

TWO LITURGIES FOR HARVEST

Harvest Thanksgiving – traditional & contemporary liturgy

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Harvest is a great season for the Christian, because within is so much meaning beyond the usual bunches of grapes and flowers that decorate our churches, as God looks to our harvest – how fruitful are you as a Christian?!

According to that fount of all knowledge – Harvest is from the Anglo-Saxon word hærfest, “Autumn”. It then came to refer to the season for reaping and gathering grain and other grown products. The full moon nearest the autumnal equinox is called the Harvest Moon. So in ancient traditions Harvest Festivals were traditionally held on or near the Sunday of the Harvest Moon. This moon is the full moon which falls in the month of September.

An early Harvest Festival used to be celebrated at the beginning of the Harvest season on 1 August and was called Lammas, meaning ‘loaf Mass’. Farmers made loaves of bread from the fresh wheat crop. These were given to the local church as the Communion bread during a special service thanking God for the harvest.

The modern British tradition of celebrating Harvest Festival in churches began in 1843, when the Reverend Robert Hawker invited parishioners to a special thanksgiving service at his church at Morwenstow in Cornwall. Victorian hymns such as “We plough the fields and scatter”, “Come ye thankful people, come” and “All things bright and beautiful” helped popularise his idea of harvest festival and spread the annual custom of decorating churches with home-grown produce for the Harvest Festival service.

Two liturgies for Harvest

1) A More Traditional Liturgy

Leader: The heavens declare the glory of God
All: The skies display the work of his hands

God of light and God of night
Creator of seed and mountain
raindrop and fountain
We bring our offering of praise.
God of right and God of might
Lover of child and childless
rich and homeless
We bring our offering of praise.

Leader: Do you not know? Have you not heard?
All: The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth(Isaiah 40:28)

‘As long as the earth endures, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night will never cease.’ (Gen 8:22)

By faith
I gaze up to the heavens
and know
within its vastness
that this is your creation
planned and effected within eternity

By faith
I pluck an ear of corn
and know
within its symmetry
lies the chemistry of life
the potential of creation within my hand

By faith
I listen for your voice
and know
the whisper that I hear
breathed a world into existence
yet listens to the prayer within my soul

By faith
I strive to do your will
and know
the door that I approach
may lead me to shadows
where my roll is to become your light

By faith
I cling to your word
and know
the strength that I receive
has it’s source within the love
that is at the centre of all things

Leader: Listen to these words from Christina Rossetti ((1830-1894)) and think about them for a moment,

‘Lord, purge our eyes to see
within the seed a tree,
Within the glowing egg a bird,
Within the shroud a butterfly,
Til, taught by such, we see
beyond all creatures, thee.’

Leader: For the beauty of a country scene
All: We praise you Lord for sight
Leader: For the coolness of a mountain stream
All: We praise you Lord for touch
Leader: For nightingale in tuneful flow
All: We praise you Lord for ears
Leader: For the taste of fruit that we have grown
All: We praise you Lord for senses

Creator God, for daily bread
and all who work
to bring your harvest home
we bring our thanks today.

(pause)

Forgive our ingratitude
we who have so much
yet waste what you have given.

(pause)

For those whose harvest is poor,
whose crops have withered,
water tainted, children starve,
help those who bring relief
and bestow on us
an unaccustomed generosity,
that all might share from your garden
and all might sing your praise.

(pause)

Creator God, provider of all
we bring our thanks today.
And we bless each other
that the beauty of this world
and the love that created it
might be expressed though our lives
and be a blessing to others
now and always
A. AMEN

 


2) A More Contemporary Liturgy

Small Beginnings

“Things great have small beginnings. Every downpour is just a raindrop; every fire is just a spark; every harvest is just a seed; every journey is just a step because without that step there will be no journey; without that raindrop there can be no shower; without that seed there can be no harvest.”
William Wilberforce

In the beginning there was nothing, and out of nothing you fashioned a universe so vast, so unimaginable that we can only sigh with amazement when we stare upwards on a star-lit night. And within this universe you positioned the earth and populated it, provided for it and designed for it to be a place of beauty.
Creator God: Thank you

In the beginning there was just potential; the seed within the packet, soil’s nutrients, sunshine’s warmth, rain clouds gathering. And within the tiny seed all that is our daily bread encoded, primed and ready should it be planted and allowed to grow.
Creator God: Thank you

Genesis 2: 8 Now the LORD God had planted a garden in the east, in Eden; and there he put the man he had formed. 9 And the LORD God made all kinds of trees grow out of the ground—trees that were pleasing to the eye and good for food. In the middle of the garden were the tree of life and the tree of the knowledge of good and evil.

In the beginning there was humankind, placed within your garden, made steward, gardener and caretaker of this place of beauty, given responsibilities and the capacity to enjoy. And yet among the seeds we have sown have been weeds and crops of our own choosing, which have not shown fruit or have spread and choked the earth.
Creator God: Forgive us

Myung Lee reminds us of an old Korean proverb. “If you plant a bean, then you will harvest only beans, not grapes or strawberries.” God gave us new life through Jesus Christ and planted special seeds of forgiveness and love in our hearts. What fruit will we bear in our daily lives?” 

A moment of quiet, time to listen, time to be still with God – what does he say to you this harvest time?

(silence)

God of harvest,
gardener supreme
you place us at the centre
feed us, equip us and
having provided for us
look to a different harvest
a fruitfulness of lives
in service to you
and others.
God of harvest,
feed us
prune us
harvest us
that our lives
might bring glory to you.

 

We Are Not Alone

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We are not alone
Although we might feel we are
Even in the midst of darkness
We all are observed from afar

For in that distance land of beauty
Where our spirit friends reside
Times when we feel vulnerable
When we have sat down and cried

For we all have a link of love
That is placed within each heart
It’s energy within our spirit
Knowing that we are never apart

Take from that energy of love
Where ever you may roam
Feel the love it contains
Knowing that you are not alone

Malcolm Bradshaw

Does God Love Me? – Promote Yourself

 

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He suffered and He died for you,

An agonising death on a ‘cross’

Tortured and crucified for you,

To save the sick, the lonely and the lost.

 

Black hearted Pilate washed his hands in a dish of delph,

It could have been in blood as much as in water.

He may as well have nailed Jesus to the cross himself,

For it was he who gave the fatal order.

 

They surrounded Him in the dark of night,

Armed guards with torches aglow;

The crowds milled expecting a fight,

But Jesus said, “It is I you seek, let the others go”.

 

On His Head a crown of black thorns they did add,

Their tips dipped in a deadly poison;

A practice that could drive ordinary men mad,

As the Blood of Christ turned those tips to crimson.

 

The mass of bleeding tissue was revealed,

As ruthless Romans scourged again and again;

Strips of skin were torn and peeled,

But not even once did Jesus complain.     

 

They mocked and insulted,

They ripped the cloak from blood congealed;

They pierced His Hands and His feet,

His back was like a furrowed field.

 

When they nailed Him to that cross,

They nailed our sickness and our sin;

They nailed your pain and your loss,

So you would learn the Kingdom  of God is within.

 

His friends who loved Him looked up and cried,

The sky darkened and clouds gathered as if nightfall;

When Jesus looked down at the mob, just before He died,

His Heart of Love still forgave them all.

 

He had created the very wood and also the nails,

And even the merciless men who drove them through;

Despite the leather whip with it’s leaded tails,

He pleaded, “Forgive them Father; they know not what they do”.

 

They took Him from the cross and gave Him to His Mother,

She cradled and she held this Blessed Fruit of her womb;

She cried for her baby that once she lay in a manger,

But now she prepared to lay her baby in a tomb.

 

However three days later the impossible happened,

And Mary’s pierced heart was healed;

She screamed with Joy as the tomb was opened,

Jesus had defeated death, to all it was revealed.

 

He had endured and He had triumphed, this story is true,

How He dispelled darkness with the light of love that day;

And He would suffer it all over again, even if for only you,

So that you too can live again in a most abundant way.

 

Who is this faithful man who now holds out His Hand?

This man who is always honest, always true.

Who speaks to pain and misery and it’s forever banned,

He is the one who will never leave or forsake you.

 

You may not know Him yet but He knew you before you were born,

He knows everything about you, your strength and your fragilities;

He loved you in the womb, before you were even formed,

And He will love you forever, and through all eternities.

Harry Toye

Thank you for ‘following’ and ‘liking’ my posts.  The professionalism exhibited on your site makes me blush but motivates me to try harder.

I love your poetry corner and would like to occasionally contribute and learn. I did the water poetry solely because of the week that is in it (World Water Day) and wasn’t intending on writing any more. However your site has inspired me to “try again”, having dabbled a year ago then couldn’t find/make time.

You have an interesting feature on “Love Poems”. Here is a Love Poem that fits the current season of LENT. (I’m currently working on a scriptural blog, separately).

I hope you like it.

Harry (in Ireland ).

 

 

 http://fivefoldpoetry.wordpress.com/

THE DAY I FOUND GOD

 

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The day I  found God,

I was at  my lowest ebb,

No one to  confide in,

Just a  voice within my head,

 

The voice  was sweet and gentle,

So calm  and full of love,

These  kind words were spoken,

Sent from  God above.

 

At times  when you feel lonely,

You feel  you have no friends,

That’s  the time I am with you,

Giving  love that never ends.

 

This  message of love and comfort,

Filled my  spirit with light,

Gave me  strength to carry on,

Gave  courage for me to fight.

 

The day I  found God,

I was  accepted in Gods loving care,

God was  the one, who found me,

Lost in  deep despair.

 

Remember  God is all around you,

So very  easy to find,

Don’t  close your eyes to spirit,

Or you  will end up spiritually blind.

 

Malcolm G Bradshaw        

The God of Winners – Promote Yourself

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“If God be on our side . . .”

 The thought, the hope in every fight

In every war in

Every plight

on every land in every year

 Before the fear turns will to wish

 And as the smoke-filled battlefields

 Yield up the count

 And victors mount the highest hill

 Turn upward eyes in prayer

 To thank the God who showed up there

 And mowed down troops whose quests were wrong

 But longed to see their victory led

 Although they died, although they bled

 By the God of winners.

Skip Marsden

See full works at www.skipmars.com

The prophet



Some kids were in the Holy Land ,

And one old prophet walking by

‘Baldy!’ they shouted, Baldy!’

He didn’t care for their rude cry.

Such insults to a man of God!

At once he laid a curse

Upon the jeering wretches there-

Which, as it happened, was the worst

Thing they could have dreamed of.

For, as the curse came from his lips,

Two mother bears came from the woods.

Those kids had had their chips.

The cheeky lads were torn apart

To bits and bones and blood.

So much for mocking righteous men:

A fate much worse than Noah’s flood

  Ron Gardner 
12/3/11

A SEED OF GOODNESS

 

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A good seed sent from heaven,

Will find nourishment on earth,

It will be filled with goodness,

Welcomed at its birth.

 

This seed will then flourish,

For it has settled within the soil,

It will be protected by nature,

To make sure it does not spoil.

 

The rain will keep it moist,

The sun will keep it warm,

Then the seed will slowly grow,

The leaves will slowly form.

 

It will struggle through life,

Through thunder storm and shower,

But in the end no wind will bend,

As it blooms a perfect flower.

 

Not all the seeds are perfect,

As they fall on stony ground,

They grow so very weak,

As no nourishment can be found.

 

If left alone,

With roots so dry,

The sun will scorch them,

And they will die.

 

We should learn a lesson,

From the strength of that perfect flower,

To lead our lives and do no harm,

And accept Gods love and power.

 

So spare a thought for the weak,

Do not cast them away to die,

Nourish them with all your love,

Comfort them when they cry.

 

That stony ground will become fertile,

The weak will become strong,

Your life will be a little wiser,

Because you have helped someone along.

 

So remember as you go through life,

Help the weak as they pass by,

Then say to yourself,

There but for the grace of God go I…

 

Malcolm G Bradshaw  

Medley of christmas poems

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The Star

I have a star that’s shiny,
Its like those up in the sky –
That radiate a brightness,
From the heavens, oh so high!

Stars like to glimmer and twinkle,
Constellations are fun to find –
But the star that shone over Bethlehem,
Led to the Savior of all mankind.

Let us thank God for the star
That led the shepherds and others to him.
We want to praise our  Lord Jesus
Beautiful star of Bethlehem

The Heart

I bring you my heart
That is now filled with love,
Because God sent a baby
From Heaven above.

I bring you my heart
Its so happy within,
I know Jesus loves me –
He died for my sin.

I bring you my heart
You should give yours away,
Give it to Jesus –
And be saved today!

The Wreath

I would like to show you this wreath.
Isn’t it shaped 
so perfectly round?
You see, there’s no end of it’s circle,
And the beginning cannot be found.

That is how it is with God’s love –
We don’t know when it first began,
But He promised it would last forever,
And one day with Him we will stand.

uld like to show you this wreath.
Isn’t it shaped 
so perfectly round?
You see, there’s no end of it’s circle,
And the beginning cannot be found.

That is how it is with God’s love –
We don’t know when it first began,
But He promised it would last forever,
And one day with Him we will stand.

The Bell

Ring the bell!
Let the whole world know,
That Jesus was born
In a manger long ago.

Ring it loud,
So all can hear.
Go tell the world
That the Savior is near!

Ring it for the saved,
But especially for the lost!
Tell them Jesus loves them,
And died upon the cross.

Ring it with joy
When to your friends you say,
“He didn’t stay in the tomb –
He rose on the third day!”

We ring the bells with gladness
Now at Christmas, a time of joy.
We thank our heavenly father,
For Bethlehem’s baby boy!

The Baby

I have a tiny baby,
I like to hold it near –
So it will know that I’m the mommy (or daddy)
And won’t have any fear.

God had a tiny baby,
That he gave to Mary one day.
She laid him in a manger,
On a little pillow of hay.

I love to kiss my baby
And I think that Mary did, too.
I’ll send a Christmas kiss to Jesus *
And then I’ll send one to you!**

 

The Stone

The angel appeared to the shepherds
And gave them such wonderful news.
As they started running to Bethlehem,
One almost lost his new shoes.

You see, his foot hit a rock,
Not a boulder, but a stone big enough
To trip him and cause him to stumble,
And he landed on ground that was rough!

But he managed to get to the manger
In spite of that rock in the way
To worship this baby, this Jesus,
He would serve Him till his dying day.

This baby grew up and was followed
By many as he preached and he healed,
But He died on a hill called Mt.Calvary,
Then to a borrowed tomb that was sealed.

It was closed up with a very large boulder,
A big stone of magnificent size,
But it would take more than this rock to hold him –
He had told them that one day he’d rise.

The stone was moved from the entrance
Jesus came forth on the third day
I would love to have been there to see it
As that great stone was rolled away

 

The Gift

The wise men searched for Jesus.
Following a very bright star.
They finally found him in Bethlehem,
And brought gifts to him from afar.

Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh
Were the presents that the kings gave.
They worshiped this very young Christ-child,
They were glad their souls he would save.

I will offer three presents to Jesus,
That money cannot even buy,
And I’m sure that he will love it –
I’ll give Me, Myself, and I !


The Lamb

I have a little baby lamb,
Shhh, I think he’s asleep.
I am a Bethlehem shepherd,
In the field just watching my sheep.

One night an angel appeared,
And told us about the birth –
Of a baby that was placed in a manger,
He was the Savior of the earth!

We ran to meet this Master
And we fell down and worshiped right then –
This tiny lamb of Jehovah,
Who could save us from our sin.

So stay close to His side always,
This Lamb whose your shepherd, too.
He will never lead you the wrong way,
And will be ever faithful and true.

The Song

I have a song about Jesus
When he first came here, you see.
Its about his birth in the stable
Oh, won’t you sing it with me?

It’s called Away in a Manger,
And it tells of this tiny baby boy.
Let’s lift our voices to Heaven –
And sing of His wonderful joy!

By Cheryl Taylor

I still miss you – promote Yourself

 

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There are days,
When I miss you
With a sudden intensity
Which surprises me.

It aches, in a way I didn’t deem possible,
In a heart, I didn’t know I possessed.
And I lie in this room feigning sleep.
Pining away, struggling with my existence.
While I choke from these strange arms enveloping me.

Should I strive, in vain, for you, most divine?
Or should I instead, be miserably content with what’s mine?

– Sreshtha Sen
sreshthasen.wordpress.com

ART OF HUMAN NATURE – Promote Yourself

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Smooth surface;
Water-chiseled
Stone with curves of
Henry Moore,
In a stream.
 
Girl stricken,
Taking her legs
But not her heart;
Andrew Wyeth,
In the field.
 
Black & white figures;
Modern day
Rockwell;
Banksy.
On concrete canvases.

Chiseled names
In blackness;
Sunlight &shade
Reveal lives past;
Maya Lin,
On the grass.

Women of texture;
Ordinary scenes,
Superlative color;
Romare Bearden,
By a tree.
 
Mother, child; boat;
Strokes of light & shadow;
Mary Cassatt,
On the water.

Murals of
Bracing colors;
Struggles for dignity;
Diego Rivera
Beyond the breadth.

Palette stream
In cataclysmic ash;
Framing“Scream;”
Edvard Munch,
In the sky.

 Wendy Shreve

THE KEY

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What is it you see when you look at the Cross?
Have you ever looked upon it as a key?
A key to the mysteries concerning
   A key to open the door to a life in eternity.
      The Christian Church is hopelessly divided,
But there is one thing on which they all agree,
That Jesus Christ was the Son of God,
And that he was crucified on the Cross of Calvary.
 
The Christian Church has been torn assunder,
By those seeking to promote their own point of view,
Christianity is now presented in so many different guises,
It is difficult to decide which one is true.
 
Anglicans, Roman Catholics, Methodists and Baptists
Presbyterians and the United Reform to name a few,
Pentecostal, Mormons and Seventh Day Adventists,
With Jehovah’s Witnesses presenting a different point of view.
 
The church spends its time preaching to the converted,
Evangelical and Ecumenical are the buzz words of today,
So much time and effort is spent on organisation,
On important matters it seems they don’t have much to say.
 
What about the moral dilemmas that the youth of today must face,
How much guidance is the church prepared to give?
If they could get young people to ready the Bible,
They would get a good idea of how they should live.
 
For the Bible contains the truths that we should know,
Not always in the way we are led to understand,
For man has often provided a new translation of the scriptures,
Which do not always give the message that the authors planned.
 
The real purpose of the Church is to convince, not to condone,
And to help people to resist the temptations that come along,
There are so many things that we simply should not ignore,
It’s our duty to teach the difference between right and wrong.
 
As in days of old people should be called to repentance,
Should be made to see the error of their ways,
Be reminded that Christ died for their salvation,
For that is what the Bible clearly says.
 
That is the message on which the Church is united,
It preaches not only Christ, but Christ crucified,
The message is the key to unlock the mystery,
The importance of the answer cannot be denied.
Ron MARTIN

Eyes of a child – Promote Yourself

the_innocent_eyes_of_a_child_by_olivia_mira-d3bur9kI sometimes look into the eyes of my child
And pray to God and the Holy Virgin for forgiveness.
I knowingly brought her to this world.

When I seek evidence of a soul,
I find it in her. Animated, trans-substantiated.
Her very being in existence.

Proof of the divine is not etched in stained glass,
Nor the Masons folly of heaven ascending spire.
Instead a window reflected in dazzling blue.

Was my sin in creation absolved, as rough nails drove home.
Am I to be punished more than in thought verse and prose.
Belief is not opinion.

What shapes the paradox of my sinful act of creation.
How can beauty and innocence be wrong.
I do not create this world.

I sacrifice upon its altar.

John Bullock 

My first poem in >30 years

(Middlesex, UK)

I Am Not a God!

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I am not a God to hear her silence
I can sense her mind’s ambiance
I am not a God to read her thoughts
I can feel her slightest expressions
I am not a God to foresee her future
I can predict her success and failure
I am not a God to map out her destiny
I can just pray to enjoy her company
I daren’t contradict God’s will
Otherwise, I will lose everything
I am a mere human being
who has a definite margin

© Chaouki Mkaddem
May 28th, 2013

Nebuchadnezzar’s Dream


 
In the second year of his reign Nebuchadnezzar had a dream,
He called his magicians, astrologers, sorcerers and Chaldeans to provide an
explanation,
Unfortunately for them he could not remember what the dream was all about,
So none of the wise men could provide an interpretation.
 
The Chaldeans told the King that no-one would be able to explain the dream
He knew then unless he could provide them with more information,
For this cause the King was very angry,
And ordered that all the wise men should be put to death7 if they did not provide an
explanation.
 
When Daniel heard of this edict he went to see the King,
For he and the other Princes were now included amongst the wise men of the nation,
He told the King that if he was given a little time,
That he would be able to provide an interpretation.
 
Soon afterwards Daniel returned to the presence of the King,
To report that he had been speaking to Jehovah who was the God of the Jewish
Nation,
That the details of the King’s dream had been revealed to him,
And that he was now able to reveal the dream and to provide an interpretation.
 
In the dream you saw a beast with a head of pure gold,
Its shoulders and arms were made of silver, his belly made of brass7
His legs were made of iron, and his feet of iron and clay,
You saw a rock thrown which struck the feet of iron and clay,
Which caused the beast to collapse into complete disarray.
 
The beast represents the Kingdom of which you are the head,
The head of gold shows the power of the Kingdom in the present day,
But as the value of the metals diminish down to the feet,
So the Kingdom will diminish and slowly pass away.
 
When this has happened the God of Heaven will set up another Kingdom,
A Kingdom which shall last for ever more,
In the dream God has revealed to you what shall come to pass,
And the dream and the interpretation are sure.
 
King Nebuchadnezzar fell down on his face and worshipped Daniel,
And ordered that the people should offer him an oblation,
He recognised Daniel’s God as the God of Gods and the Lord of Kings,
And Daniel was recognised as a great man throughout the nation.
By Ron Martin
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