Cath Truran reading her poem
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Thanks
Catherine Truran for the following insights
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CHILD IN INDIAN ORPHANAGE
You took little children upon your knee
As you said “Let the little ones come to me.”
But Jesus you seem so far away,
I’m sure you can’t hear me when I pray.
I’m a little girl with no home of my own,
Do you know what it’s like to feel all alone?
Yes, my little one, I’ve felt all alone;
I was born in a stable far from home.
Then later I had to flee from that town.
A king tried to kill me to save his crown.
HOMELESS PERSON IN A CARAVAN PARK
You tell me I must rejoice always,
No matter what happens all of my days.
But how can I worship, how can I sing,
When everything’s wrong, yes everything?
Jesus, you just wouldn’t understand,
You’ve never lived in a caravan.
No, my child, you are certainly right,
Instead, I’ve had nowhere to sleep at night.
The bird has its nest, the fox its lair,
But I, God’s son, didn’t have anywhere.
STATION OWNER
Here in the outback, there’s been drought for years,
We’ve lived with mounting troubles and fears.
While others have suffered terrible flood,
And watched their crops just turn to mud.
How can I expect you to understand?
You’ve never had to live off the land.
I have worked for a living just like you.
Carpentry had its bad times too.
Then later I lived with no income at all,
As I travelled and taught to answer God’s call.
PRISONER IN GAOL
I was tempted and strayed, and I broke the law,
I had all I that I needed, but I stole to get more.
I’ve confessed and repented, and I know I’m forgiven,
But I still have to spend a long time in prison.
Lord, how would you feel if you heard the judge say
“Guilty -you must spend many years locked way?”
I know how it feels -I too was condemned,
With no one to support me, not even one friend.
I was beaten and spat on and nailed to a cross,
And left there to die, but I count it not loss.
BELIEVER IN EVERYDAY LIFE
You’ve told me I must let my light shine
That others will know I’m yours and you’re mine,
Let them see my good deeds as your name I confess,
But most are not interested, they couldn’t care less.
Oh Lord, you don’t know how hard it can be
When I hear them jeering and laughing at me.
Yes, I have experienced the very same thing.
I’ve been scorned and rebuked for the message I bring.
I’ve had an angry mob drive me out of town
To the top of a cliff, ready to throw me down.
MISSIONARY SERVING OVERSEAS
You’ve told me to go to faraway lands
To preach your word, and to reach out my hands
In love to these people. But how can I praise
When I don’t know their culture or language or ways?
Do you know what it’s like to be among strangers,
Living each day mid perils and dangers?
Yes, I have travelled to foreign lands,
And I’ve been in danger from hostile hands.
I’ve been rejected and told to go home,
And even my friends said they’re not my own.
CHRISTIANS ALL – IN OTHER WORDS “US”
Lord you have told us to witness for you
In the cities, the suburbs and the outback too.
Even in strange places over the sea.
To feed, clothe and shelter those in need.
To visit the prisoner and tend the sick.
But how can we Lord? We are so weak.
I’ve promised to send the Holy Spirit to guide,
And that with you I will always abide.
So lift up your voices and hands in praise
And remember that I’ll be with you always.
As you do these things, wherever you be,
Remember, my dear one, you do it for me.
For I’ve conquered death, and whatever you do,
Remember, my dear one, I did it for you.
