Dancing

I’ve never been a dancer! Born with two left feet

And a brain incapable of working out a beat!

I’ve tried it many times before and every single time

My partner seems to think that I have committed crime.

Can I help it if my feet will not do what they’re told

And the thought of dancing makes my blood run cold?

I’ve tried the social foxtrot, the waltz and quickstep too.

But I’ve yet to find a single dance that I can do!

I’ve gone for lots of lessons but it isn’t any good

I end up with a headache and my partner in a mood!

It is a cause for pity that my wife just loves to dance

But as she’s married to me she gets so little chance.

She’s had this major problem for almost forty years

Her mother should have told her that it might end in tears!

Still she tries to push me in the ways I ought to go

And it’s still a disaster, as she ought to know!

But then she loves me dearly as anyone can see

Otherwise she’d never, ever want to dance with me!

Inspiration

If you want inspiration then all I have to say

Is when Mark Griffiths comes to town do not stay away!

I remember him with fondness when he last worked with us

But those who never met him might wonder at the fuss!

He has the sort of accent that made Lloyd George the rage

And tells each thrilling story without looking at a page.

He has you all in stitches with the expressions on his face

And with each new dramatic pause there’s silence in the place.

He challenges accepted norms and makes you think anew

About the ways you always work and what you ought to do.

The things that he had started all those years ago

Might get a needed booster doing things we ought to know.

We know that for our kids to learn they need to come along

And if they are not coming you’re doing something wrong!

As Griff was keen to tell us it all starts with work in schools

Building good relationships not treating them like fools.

Children are all different so give them lots of choice

And if they don’t enjoy themselves they will not hear your voice.

Jesus told the sort of tale that clicked with everyone

And people listened spellbound when he had begun.

So it is with Griffiths, when he starts to tell a tale

Everyone can listen. No one beyond the pale!

He talks to kids as adults and the rest of us like kids.

I’d follow this pied piper, while banging dustbin lids!

I still remember stories when he was here before

And I’m left with the feeling that I’d love to hear some more!

That is the effect he has on all who hear him speak

Be they little toddlers or, like me, an antique!

Thank you Mr. Griffiths just for being you

And giving God the glory for everything you do.

Well! Well! Well!

I went to Church this morning and there, to my delight,

There was a queue right out the door. It was a wondrous sight!

An eager expectation was the order of the day.

We went to see our Rector have his initial say.

He talked of living water and wells both old and new

Filling us with eagerness but joy and laughter too!

He sent us out with willingness to try and have a go,

To share our love of Jesus, with those that we don’t know.

Of course I have to tell you that I’ve heard the words before

But never with such fervour. He seemed to mean it more!

I felt that I would like to plunge into that perfect well

Where living water fills me with the desire to tell

Everyone I talk to about the love of God

Even though some people may think I’m very odd.

I’d like to thank you David for your joy and your delight

Which leads to queues right out the door. It was a wondrous sight!