Watching Daily At Wisdom's Gates

A Yorkshireman's take on life, death, and eternity

Category: Poetry

The God of our fathers (Acts 3)

Not by power or piety,
Not by silver or gold,
But by the Word and the Spirit
Are God’s people made bold.

The God of our fathers in faith,
Lifted up his Servant,
The Holy and Good One denied,
Who to the cross was sent.

So we killed the Author of life
Whom God raised from the dead
As He foretold through His prophets
And fulfilled what they said.

Though we acted in ignorance,
We still need to repent,
We need our sins to be wiped out,
Revival to be sent.

The Lord has raised a Prophet up,
Listen to what he says,
And all the Lord’s other prophets
Also proclaimed these days.

God came to Jacob’s children first;
Abraham’s promised Child,
He blesses the families of earth,
But He’ll destroy the wild.

Listen to me sons of promise,
By God you have been blessed,
And if you turn from wickedness,
You will enter your rest.

A Prayer

High and lofty One who inhabits eternity,
What a mystery that you came down to mortality!
What wonder that the eternal One should die for me!
How fathomless Your love to set this slave to sin free!

Eternity is too short for me to sing Your praise;
Heaven isn’t high enough Your glorious name to raise;
Hell isn’t low enough Your majesty to erase,
Your true love is strong enough to raise me from the grave.

Who am I, oh God Most High, that for me Christ should die?
Was it for me that in the garden Jesus did cry?
His torture, crucifixion and forsakenness: Why?
So may you, heavenly Father, now forgive and give life!

What can I give to the One who gave me everything?
Surely it is not enough that to You I should sing.
Because of Your great mercy my whole being I bring,
Knowing that Christ has given Himself for my cleansing.

Let Your Holy Spirit refine with fire from above,
And give His character that is gentle as a dove.
Knowing that my own good works can never be enough,
Help me to be defined by Your unfailing love.

And so may my life be characterised by worship,
May my words written and spoken be from Your script.
Righteous Judge, may my name from your book of deeds be ripped,
And according to the Lamb’s book of life my soul lift.

Highest, exalted One, living outside time’s boundaries-
The One who gave heaven up to die on a tree-
Again in heaven exalted for our liberty,
Let us join in Your worship for all eternity!

The Siblings

Apart from the animal themed poems such as The Emu, I have also written an Epic Poem about the twelve tribes of Israel, called The Siblings: Jacob’s Family; Moses’ Nation and John’s Vision

Here’s how it starts:

The Siblings: Jacob’s Family; Moses’ People; and John’s Vision

Jacob’s family


I was Jacob’s firstborn,
The firstfruits of his strength:
Mighty and dignified,
Powerful, preeminent

Not preeminent now:
Like water rushing down,
I tripped and was fallen
For one of dad’s women

I went up to his bed
And am no longer head
Of his sons, I defiled
My dad’s couch, I am wild.

But in my defence I
Was also brotherly
And saved my brother’s life,
When with him we had strife.

Later, when he did test,
I admitted our guilt,
Which movingly impressed,
Our sacks with money filled.

When dad feared more lost sons
I offered up my sons
Knowing we needed bread
Which required a hostage

Simeon, and Levi

We heard and were attached
To our ashamed sister ,
Our swords of vengeful hate
Were disproportionate.

Therefore we were exiled,
Our father scattered us:
He couldn’t tolerate
Our fierce, cruel wilfulness.

For his glory’s sake dad
Rebuked us for being mad,
For letting anger rule
When we should have kept cool.

In Egypt Simeon
Was later imprisoned.
I got my comeuppance
Till brothers paid penance.

Then we ate merrily,
When I at last was free,
Brothers were reconciled,
Angry ones were made mild.

By grace we are attached
To the Israelites
We should be disowned
But blood for us atones