Red cross on white, it’s St George’s Day What, that’s not yet been said, can I say? Of several nations the proud patron saint What kind of picture-poem will I here paint? One thing for starters it seems made him brave: Faith in the fella who rose from the grave That surely helped him not faint from the shock Of facing a Roman executioner’s block Then there’s the legend: a dragon, breathing fire Slaying that monster? That’s got to inspire (It’s not every day a bloke gets out of bed And takes on a beast, that by close of play’s dead) Makes me think, little old me, here today What kind of dragons, am I going to slay? Above all the noise and furore and din Of life in the world, I’m looking within For dragons… That bad thing that haunts me with fear? Can’t beat God’s presence for bringing peace near Plagued by some monsters of cruel guilt and shame? Promise of Jesus: you won’t be the same Nothing’s as strong as his power to assuage Demons of anger and envy and rage When the fierce fire of those dragons is spent You can rest, you’ll be blessed – at peace, and content
It’s that time of year again, you know, Halloween When kids like to dress up as goblins and ghouls Like it – or not, there’s a reason we’re keen On the spooky – it’s not just for numpties or fools.
It’s thoroughly human to love a ghost story Not bonkers to want to dress up as a witch I get it that you like what’s scary or gory That Halloween scratches where you want to itch.
Let’s face it, some things are both strange and mysterious Deeper than we had imagined or thought There’s more than our five senses tell us, I’m serious If you’ve not considered it, believe me, you ought.
But here’s just a small thing you might like to ponder I ask myself sometimes if we’ve got this right We rave about the dark side, but tell me, I wonder Is there not something powerful too – about the light?
What can seem just a little surprising and weird Is our tendency to see God as boring and tame We tend to think ‘stuffy old bloke with a beard’ But what if the reality makes that thought look lame?
What if God’s actually mysterious, exciting That’d sure change the picture, to put it quite mild To think God is active, and beckoning, inviting… Us into relationship – that’s really quite wild.
Good bad and ugly, we’re a complicated mixture It’s not surprising the dark side we want to embrace But if God’s all-encompassing love is a fixture In our messiness that’s pretty good news – it’s called grace.