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Poems on the 'Names of Christ' are kept under the name of Roy Allen
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Royston Allen Poems
Freedom to give Freedom to live Freedom to question why
I really miss you Mum
My dear Mum, I miss you so very much. Just hearing your voice and feeling your touch. But you will always be a part of me living on in every memory.
Jesus, You're the focus of my soul, of my love Jesus
Behold I stand at the door and knock
The door was closed firm, and the way was blocked. It would not open, even though I'd knocked. So I stood outside, unnoticed by you. My arms opened wide. I love you, I do.
If only I could touch the hem of His gar...
For many years I have sought to be healed. Paid doctors' fees and to the priests appealed But alas all my efforts were in vain And I don't think I will get well again
“Thank You Lord, ” I said
His body was broken And His blood was shed Words of love spoken When He bowed His head
Because of Jesus
Because of Jesus I go free Because He suffered there for me Because He stayed and did not run Because He said 'Your will be done'
A life of poetry
He’s alive! He’s alive!
He’s alive! He’s alive! He has risen from the dead. The Lord Jesus Christ has risen just like He said. He’s alive! He’s alive! He’s alive for evermore. He has won the victory, this Jesus whom I adore.
Walking the road to Emmaus
Their eyes were downcast and the pace was slow. Why these things had happened they did not know. On their shoulders they bore grief's heavy load as they walked that long Emmaus Road.
The candle of hope
Hope for the hopeless and hope for the lost. No matter the price, whatever the cost. Jesus had come and was willing to pay being born as a babe that first Christmas day.
I attended my funeral today.
I attended my funeral today. My soul left my body and soared away. because I had breathed out my final breath and walked with Jesus through the Vale of Death.
The four candles of Advent
1) The candle of HOPE Hope for the hopeless and hope for the lost. No matter the price, whatever the cost. Jesus had come and was willing to pay
It Is Finished
Resounding throughout the universe transcending time and space Is the greatest shout of victory heard by the human race From the lips of the Lord Jesus Christ came that tremendous cry 'It is finished' was His shout as He laid down His life to die.
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Freedom to give
Freedom to live
Freedom to question why
Freedom to walk
Freedom to talk
Freedom to live or to die
Freedom to sing
Freedom to swing
Freedom to just walk on by
Freedom to speak
Freedom to seek
Freedom to laugh or to cry
Freedom to work
Freedom to shirk
Freedom to spend or to buy
Freedom to please
Freedom to tease
Freedom to smile or to sigh
Freedom to be
Freedom to see
Freedom to aspire so high
Freedom to touch
Freedom to clutch
Freedom to grant or deny
Freedom that’s ...