Biography of Royston Allen
Royston Allen Poems
Freedom to give Freedom to live Freedom to question why
Jesus, You're the focus of my soul, of my love Jesus
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.
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'
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
The Four Candles Of Advent
The candle of HOPE Hope for the hopeless and hope for the lost. No matter the price, whatever the cost. Jesus has come and was willing to pay
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.
Get Up, Go To Work, Go Home, Go To Bed
Get up, go to work, go home, go to bed. Surely life's about more than this I said? Working very hard and late ev'ry day to earn enough my old debts just to pay.
A Life Of Poetry
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.
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.
He's alive! He's back from the dead! He has risen just like He said. Rising with the power to save. and conquering death and the grave.
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.
From A Distance
From a distance Lord I followed You
as I wondered what the crowd would do.
There undetected I moved with stealth
Keeping silent walking by myself.
In the distance You were on Your own
before the Sanhedrin all alone.
By the fireside I stood keeping warm
leaving You alone to face the storm.