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Psalms 9 – THE POETIC WARP AND WEFT OF WORSHIP – Parts 1 and 2

PSALM 9:1 – WOVEN WORSHIP – Part 1

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Today (Sunday 4-8-2019) I finished a poem on worship. I don’t often write poetry, but Psalm 9 inspired me (see below) with a picture of worship I had not considered. 

Psalm 9 reminds me of a woven cloak made on a loom – two distinct sets of threads, praise and prayer, unique strands, with an array of colours forming a garment of worship intricately woven with subtlety, warp and weft, interlaced into a strong and beautiful design. 

In Psalm 9:1, King David says, “I will praise You, Lord, with all my heart; …” 

It seems it is a function of the heart of a believer to weave praise in and out of their lives, to create a beautiful pattern interwoven with prayer, a harmony of colours. 

David’s heart takes the thread of praise and skillfully propels it across the loom weaving it through the warp threads of prayer. 

It is because of a heart relationship with God, not because of a list of possible benefits that David praises the Lord. It is not based on what God has done, although what God has done is amazing, but in knowing who God is. He does not ask, “what’s in it for me?” but instead, “Whatever happens, Lord, I will praise You with all my heart.” Gradually the garment is created.

I have long loved the sonnets of Gerard Manley Hopkins so I have written this poem in a similar style to express what worship is like for me. I have related it the thoughts above, the warp and weft of prayer and praise …

PSALM 9:1-2 – WOVEN WORSHIP

© Ross Cochrane

Worthy are You, Lord, for woven things –

For warp of worship weaving colours into time;

For weft threads singing subtle, tonal groans of praise;

Soft braided, subdued songs, wordless strings;

Soul-scape, plaited with prayer-laced, twisted strands that climb

With purpose, hues clear, untangled, ablaze.

All loves fibres meandering, rare, whole,  

Beautiful in favour, honour, rhythm, rhyme,

Plaided patterns that proclaim Your ways;

Eternity’s robe: full hearts extol

Your Praise.

Pastor Ross

WOVEN WORSHIP – Part 2

Lord, I choose to praise You, with all my heart because of who You are AND because I am amazed at what You have done in my life and in the lives of others. 

Praise that is only woven with words and not with ALL my heart, slips from the warp and weft and creates holes and imperfections. All I am left with is lip-service. You then help me correct the design. 

In Matthew 15:8 (NLT2) God speaks of religious people who ‘… honor Me with their lips, but their hearts are far from Me.” I may miss a thread in my praise at times, Lord. Help me worship You with all my heart, to be fully engaged in worship. Lord, help me not be simply religious in my praise, but wholehearted. 

John 4:24 (NLT2) says, “For God is Spirit, so those who worship Him must worship in spirit and in truth.” It seems wholehearted worship involves worshiping God in spirit and in truth, not “faking it until you make it”. Truth is being honest with God and allowing Him to be honest with us. Spirit to spirit. 

The design that is produced in me is not based on how I feel at the time, not on what I am going through in my life, but upon my relationship with Him. It is not based upon emotions or reason, but an inbuilt, unseen, honest to God, heart to heart, spirit to spirit love for God and His love for me.  

Psalm 9:1,2  “… I will tell of all the marvelous things you have done. I will be filled with joy because of You. I will sing praises to Your name, O Most High.”   

FOR MARVELLOUS THINGS

For all You do that I see

Lord, help me be aware of Your interventions into people’s lives, to see the marvellous things You have done. When I look back I see the design you intended, crafted into the garment, it’s often difficult to visualise just what you have in mind, but the finished result is always so amazing. I can see how You have woven your intentions and purposes through my life. 

Sometimes, I find it difficult to do things Your way, but it is only when I acknowledge that You are the Master Craftsman and press on in praise and prayer, that miracles occur and something altogether magnificent is created. 

Lord, lead me to those with whom I can share these truths. Is that what praise is? Acknowledging what I see You crafting? Is it both public and private? I guess praise reminds me of what You have done in my life, but telling others of what You have done is like putting Your works on display for others to appreciate.

Even in difficult times

Even when I am going through a difficult time, help me praise You with all my heart and be a witness to others of the saving power of Your grace.

David was going through difficult times. He had individual enemies determined to dethrone him. Then, like today, nations were rising up, determined to annihilate Israel. Then there were the enemies of God Himself and His purposes on the earth, enemies who to this day seem to want to wage war on God and upon those who believe in His Word.

For all You do that I don’t see

I don’t always see Your hand upon mine. At times it gets dark and I just sort of get into a rhythm and do what seems right, feeling the way without seeing what I am doing. When morning comes I am often surprised that Your hand was upon mine all the time and the light of day reveals the wonder of how You led me through the dark of night. 

At other times, I give the garment away or I teach others how to weave and they take their new found skills away, and I do not see the results. I want to praise You for ALL those things that You do in me and in others, even those I don’t see. I want to acknowledge all that You have done whether I see it or not.

Worth sharing

Lord, there appears to be a public aspect of Praise and prayer. A time to put what You have created in us on display, to tell others about who You are and what You do. 1 Peter 2:9 (NLT2) describes who we are as followers of Christ. “… for you are a chosen people. You are royal priests, a holy nation, God’s very own possession. As a result, you can SHOW OTHERS THE GOODNESS OF GOD, for He called you out of the darkness into His wonderful light.”    

Let my heartfelt thanks to You always give occasion for sharing with others. When I receive too much praise I become arrogant, but when I praise You I find humility as I recognise who You are, the only One truly deserving of praise.

Thanks for giving me glimpses at what You are weaving into the fabric of my life. No threads are wasted. You use both dark and colourful. You know what you are doing.

Pastor Ross

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“WE’RE ALL AUSTRALIANS NOW” 

In 1915 Banjo Paterson wrote, as an open letter to the troops, a poem he titled “We’re All Australians Now”. In 54-55 A.D. the Apostle, Paul wrote an open letter to Christians called 1 Corinthians. I have taken some of the verses from Chapter 12-13 and made them into a poem entitled “We’re All One Body Now” as an addition to Banjo Patterson’s poem, “We’re All Australians Now”.

Australia takes her pen in hand

To write a line to you,

To let you fellows understand

How proud we are of you.

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From shearing shed and cattle run,

From Broome to Hobson’s Bay,

Each native-born Australian son

Stands straighter up today.

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The swagman from the bush has come

From far-out Queensland runs,

He’s fighting side by side with some

Tasmanian farmer’s sons

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The fisher-boys dropped sail and oar

To grimly stand the test,

Along that storm-swept Turkish shore,

With miners from the west.

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The old state jealousies of yore

Are dead as Pharaoh’s sow,

We’re not State children anymore —

We’re all Australians now!

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Our six-starred flag that used to fly

Half-shyly to the breeze,

Unknown where older nations ply

Their trade on foreign seas,

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Flies out to meet the morning blue

With Vict’ry at the prow;

For that’s the flag the Sydney flew,

The wide seas know it now!

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The mettle that a race can show

Is proved with shot and steel,

And now we know what nations know

And feel what nations feel.

 

The honored graves beneath the crest

Of GabaTepe hill

May hold our bravest and our best,

But we have brave men still.

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With all our petty quarrels done,

Dissensions overthrown,

We have, through what you boys have done,

A history of our own.

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Our old world diff’rences are dead,

Like weeds beneath the plow,

From many countries, foreign-bred,

They’re all Australians now!

 

So now we’ll toast the Third Brigade

That led Australia’s van,

For never shall their glory fade

In minds Australian.

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Fight on, fight on, unflinchingly,

Till right and justice reign.

Fight on, fight on, till Victory

Shall send you home again.

 

And with Australia’s flag shall fly

A spray of wattle-bough

To symbolize our unity —

We’re all Australians now.

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WE’RE ALL ONE BODY NOW

© Ross Cochrane

In 54-55 A.D. Apostle, Paul wrote an open letter to Christians called 1 Corinthians. I have taken some of the verses from Chapter 12-13 and made them into a poem entitled “We’re All One Body Now” as an addition to Banjo Patterson’s poem, “We’re All Australians Now”.

The Bible takes it further

When faith is in our hearts

It says we are one body,

With many different parts

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Some are Jews, some Gentiles,

Some are slaves, some free

Baptised into one body,

No longer “I”, but “we”

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If the foot says to the hand

I am not at all like you

It is no less of the body

Diff’rent roles and jobs to do

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If an ear says to the eye

I don’t look the same as you

It’s still part of the body

Diff’rent purpose, just as true

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And we all need one another

And united we are led

Each with dignity and honor

By Christ, the living head

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When one suffers all will suffer

When honored all are pleased

All of us together

If in Christ we have believed

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Some are gifted teachers

And some have gifts to heal

Some are leaders, some are preachers,

Together strong as steel,

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Not all can teach or heal or lead

But each one has a place

And all can share the gift of love

And all can have God’s grace

 

If I could speak all languages

Of earth and those above

I’d only be a noisy gong

Without the gift of love

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And if I had the strongest faith

To move a mountain to the sea

But didn’t have the gift of love

How useless that would be

 

Love is patient, love is kind

Is not jealous, and does not boast

Love is never proud or rude

Won’t selfishly demand the most

 

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And love is not bad-tempered

Does not rejoice with things unjust

keeps no record when it’s wronged

But celebrates with truth and trust

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Three things last forever

Three things from above

Love combines with faith and hope

But the greatest gift is love

 

Love bids the petty quarrels gone,

Like weeds beneath the plow,

And through what Christ alone has done,

We’re all one body now.

Christ

 

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THE HANDS OF GRACE

The world is changed by the HANDS of the Lord,

Which reach out from the handbook of ages,

Where Hands of His grace have planned and penned the stages

For undeserving hands in need of life restored,

The hand-wrought work of God; unearned reward,

Handpicked, and free at last from sins cruel wages.

Yet mishandled grace has smudged most its pages.

 

THE HANDS OF MAN 

So God’s pure hands now hold a two-edged sword,

While sinful, errant hands hold nought but shame,

In need of His abiding, guiding hand.

With things so out of hand, we must share blame.

We take the law into our hands and stand

Doomed, death’s wages play our hand a losing game,

As hands rebel against His Holy Name

 

THE HANDS OF GOD

Did God throw up His hands at my offence?

Or wash His hands of me until I die?

Or did He force His hand upon me to comply?

In Satan’s hands, my life will not make sense,

God acts with heavy hand and moral sense.

On one hand, He condemns with just resolve.

On the other hand, His love wants to absolve

 

THE HANDS OF SALVATION

I forced God’s hand to judge me. No defence.

The hands of Jesus have for me made room.

Those hands that flung the stars and worlds in space

Became the tiny hands in Mary’s womb.

Hands-on hands, rough and calloused found their place.

Soon nail pierced hands would rise up from the tomb

Those Hands which long to craft my life in grace.

 

His gentle hands restore sight with one touch,

Hands that heal the wounds and scars we bear,

Hands that soften hardened hearts heal with loving care,  

Those hands that feed five thousand offer much,

Servant hands that wash disciple’s feet. Such

Loving hands bless children with a prayer.

His hands broke bread and gave us wine to share,

Hands that wrenched the victory from the devils clutch.

 

Yet Judas would such blameless hands betray

And hand Him up to hands of sinful men,

His hands abandoned, as we turned away.

Pilot would such faultless hands condemn.

He tried to wash his hands of guilt that day,

And blood is also on our hands as it was then.

 

The crowd forced Pilot’s hand to crucify.

The hands of Jesus bore His Cross and our travails.

And into open hands, we drove those cruel nails.

He knew firsthand that He would have to die,

Sin handled, “It is finished” was His cry.

Into His Father’s hands, His spirit sails,

And though His hands are still, His love prevails.  

 

Salvation, paid in full, His hands supply,

He won hands down the victory over death,

And on the day I handed Him my sin,

He handed me forgiveness, peace within.

My hands received new life from Spirit breath.

 

So touch His nail scarred hands, be born again,

Those hands that offer love of unplumbed depth.

He takes your hand, the journey can begin.

 

THE HANDS OF FAITH

The hands of faith are my hands reaching out,

And Jesus is on hand to hear my prayer.

He wants all hands on board, He’s just and fair.

He waits for hands of faith that will not doubt,

Clean hands and hearts of those who are devout.

For faith is not a ‘hand-me-down’ we wear,

Not second hand but born from choice and prayer.

We take hands off, He turns our life about,

 

The clock hands say the day is almost spent.

Salvation is at hand, the time is near.

Faith takes the hand of God with full intent,

Surrendered hands and hearts and ears to hear.

So with clean hands and heart make the ascent

In His eternal hands, there is no fear.

 

THE HANDS OF JESUS

Fingers that flung worlds and stars in space

Became the tiny fingers formed in Mary’s womb,

Then craftsman’s hands, all calloused, shaping wood and stone,

Hands to feed five thousand, and defy the storm,

Hands that seek God’s will to make our hearts His throne.

Hands betrayed, abandoned, lashed and bound,

Forsaken hands, abused and battered, have borne

The sinners price in full. Yes, He alone

Reached out His hands to us, and we are found

And known

So today, as we pray, could you open your hands in front of you and open your heart to Him.

Dear Lord Jesus, I admit to You that I have sin on my hands, and I ask for Your forgiveness, for clean hands and a new start. I believe that when Your hands were nailed to the Cross You died for my sins and rose from the dead.

I hand over my life to You and invite You to come into my heart and life.

Take my hand of faith because I want to trust and follow You as my Lord and Saviour.

I accept the gift of eternal life that you hand to me,

I pray this prayer knowing that now I am in Your hands. Thankyou for welcoming me into Your family.   

In Jesus Name,

Amen.

If you prayed that prayer and meant it, then Jesus will give You a hand in living life to the full, as God intended. And please e-mail me if I can help you live your life for Him.

Pastor Ross

 

Jealousy Is A Terrible Counselor - Image created by Ross Cochrane

Jealousy Is A Terrible Counselor – Image created by Ross Cochrane

 

 

 

 

 

JEALOUSY

by Ross Cochrane

Envy sees a world of better things
She vies against a sister with protracted claws
And leaves her grieving, graceless, loveless, insecure.
Self flaying tail of pain, flings it’s stings.
Hateful, harmful hooks take hold and cling. Her jaws
Will maul trust and make truth a prisoner.

Poor in counsel, jealousy lays blame,
Inciting Cain to kill, closing heavens doors,
Her sick soul still seeks a shameful cure.
Yet victory for her will still remain
Unsure.

THE LORD’S REMEMBRANCE DAY PRAYER – POEM

 © By Ross Cochrane

REMEMRANCE DAY AT SHALOM AGED CARE

 “Our Father…” In war many people lose their fathers in distress,

And yet you say You are a Father to the fatherless.

“Our Father, who art in heaven,…”

It is to heaven many servicemen and women send their prayers,

And there they grapple for answers that earth cannot provide

For cares in the midst of battle.

It is for heaven’s victories they lay claim.

“…hallowed be Thy Name…”

Hallowed means “Worthy of honour” or “Set apart”,

We commemorate today those on our heart,

Those who have not returned.

Set apart for war they earned our freedom.

Yet in this prayer we honour God in how we live,

To give respect for His Word and Ways,

To give Him praise that we are free to live our faith,

Without shame, unhindered by the shackles of oppression,

Yes, hallowed be Thy Name.

“Thy Kingdom come. Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.”

Wars are about kingdoms – worth the taking or defending.

Oh to understand God’s kingdom view

And pray for what is right and true,

Contending for God’s rulership,

His Kingdom, and within His grip we find our worth,

Heaven’s perspective here on earth,

Only then we fear no dread.

“Give us this day our daily bread.”

The ravages of war leaves those who live as refugees

To have no food,

Subdued into submission, many go without,

Yet I cry out for just enough for me and mine,

When I should ask for bread enough for thee and thine

For those whose needs cry out above my own

And fight unknown battles just to live

“Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.”

Once driven by our sin and by regret,

Yet we are now forgiven as we trust in Christ,

And though atrocities have taken place in times of war,

We must forgive and open up the door to live again,

And only then will we remember the past and not be defeated,

To learn from the past so it is not repeated,

To remember those who died and not be hardened by our loss,

To forgive as Christ did on the Cross.

“Deliver us from evil…”

Lest we forget the debt of gratitude we owe

And the debt You paid for sin.

Deliver us from the evils of war,

Let us begin to live free from the things that bring oppression.

Let our confession be to live life free of turmoil and regret,

And as we pray this prayer we need His help,

LEST WE FORGET.

Pastor Ross