The Poetry of Ann Margetson

I haven’t been at sea when a storm rages high,

But I can almost see the fear in each troubled eye,

As the wind and the waves ripped the sails away

As they thought they wouldn’t be there another day.

Yet the Master slept, no fear in His heart did He know

Unlike His poor followers, great fear they did show,

A small fishing boat tossed in a wild stormy sea

Must have been terrifying for the men of Galilee.

They awoke the Master, He said, “Be not afraid,”

With words, “Peace, be still,” the storm was stayed,

The winds did cease and the waves were quiet and still,

The elements knew Him, so obeyed their master’s will.

The men asked themselves, What manner of man is he

Who the winds and waves obey, saved us from misery,

Perhaps then they began to realize who He was just then

That He would be the Master and Saviour of all men.

M. Ann Margetson

Copyright March 9, 2002

From Mark 4:39

OH DIVINE REDEEMER

Oh, dear divine redeemer,
The saviour of my soul,
Help me live my life cleaner,
Keep me in sweet control.

Eyes full of loving kindness,
Gentle hands that heal,
A voice of powerful greatness,
A heart that can know and feel.

Soon all men will know thee
As their Redeemer and King,
Know how thou set them free,
Every voice in praise will sing.

Oh, my dear redeemer divine,
Please be my best friend each day,
Always let my voice gently echo thine,
Keep my feet on the true, narrow way.

M Ann Margetson
Copyright January 15, 2002

HE LEADETH ME
Just as a good shepherd leads his sheep
	into sweet safe pastures to lie,
So Our Lord, if we humbly ask, will lead
	us the gentle, quiet waters by.
He will lead us through paths inviting and
	pastures peaceful and green,
Lead us through the ways of righteousness
	where only good is seen.
In our darkest hour when we are tired and
	faint along life's way,
He will gently, kindly lead us ever onward
	to a better, brighter day.
For He is our Good Shepherd, our Master
	and our Eternal Friend,
He will, if we let Him, always be with us
	to the very end.
Then when this life on earth is ended, our
	work on earth done,
We will know the Good Shepherd as a friend,
	and the battle we'll have won.
If we let the Lord be our Shepherd and lead
	us gently by the hand,
We will become like Him, for we will start
	to truly understand,
The great plan of salvation and another part
	our Saviour did play,
Put on the earth not only to suffer and die
	but show us the right way.

M Ann Margetson
Copyright January 14, 2002

GIVE ME THE WISDOM
Lord, give me the wisdom to see thy hand in the setting sun,
See thy great everlasting love in a brand new day just begun,
Feel they presence as I watch the branches of the trees
Sway too and fro in pure grace in the refreshing breeze.

Hear they voice speak in the roaring of the mighty seas,
Or the mummer of the of a stately river taking it's ease,
Listen to thee when the thunder rolls around before a storm,
And thy voice clearly calling to me in a spring newly born.

Help me see the wisdom when great adversity it given,
Remember the promise that we will never be driven
Harder than we can run, no load too hard you us to carry,
The wisdom to know that never near sin stop or idly tarry.

Wisdom to know I am Thy child and therefore of worth,
That our growing time is here on this beautiful earth,
That time is a great gift given in equal part to all men,
And to waste this gift will one day, us truly condemn.

Other gifts follow if true wisdom we are able to attain,
Kindness, a tender heart, willing to share others pain,
Know how to follow the Saviour along life's busy way,
So, dear Lord, for Thy wisdom in all things I humbly pray.

M Ann Margetson
Copyright January 4, 2002

EVEN FOR ME
(This version to be set to music for Easter)

"And He came to Gethsemane to suffer for all sin,"
No one can understand the great pain within.
Oh, how He suffered through that terrible time,
For every great and wicked sin, every crime.
He suffered for everyone, even for me, even for me.

They took Him, stripped Him,mocked Him to scorn,
Beat Him with nine tails gave,Him a crown of thorn,
Yet He spoke not a word at all,stood so bravely,
Threw a robe on His back, knelt,on mocking knee.
He was silent for everyone,even for me, even for me.

They nailed Him to the cross, our,great God and King,
Could you ever imagine such,a wonderful thing?
Hanging there on the cross, did,they ask why?
For no one else was good enough to,suffer, none else could die,
He died for everyone,.even for me, even for me.

On the third day he rose again, alive for all to see.
He opened the bond of the grave, set all dead souls free
Triumphant over death this day, Him mission complete,
Now He is risen, millions will, worship at His feet.
He arose for everyone, even for me, even for me.

M Ann Margetson
Copyright December 27, 2001

HOW MANY NAMES
By how many names do I know my dear sweet Saviour?
The list long, titles many, Son of God and my Redeemer,
King of Kings, Jehovah, Christ, Jesus, Prince of Peace,
Whatever we call Him our love for Him should increase.

Saviour and Redeemer, think about what the words mean,
Then dwell on the consequence of Christ had never been,
No freedom from sin stains, always stay dead in the grave,
Life would not be worth living if He had not come to save.

Master, Exemplar, The Good Shepherd and King of Kings,
What wonderful thoughts these names of Jesus brings,
Master of the universe, the way with kindness and power
Showing, teaching, guiding us through life every hour.

Mighty God, our Creator, Great Jehovah worshipped of old,
Created more than we could ever know, His birth foretold,
Son of the Highest, at His birth God His angels did send,
Yet this wonderful, perfect man wants to call me a friend.

M Ann Margetson
Copyright December 19, 2001

Did Jesus know what was coming?
Did he know what had to be done?
Know of the agony and suffering
So that victory might be won?

He took friends so as not to be alone,
We cannot imagine the great pain
As He started for us to atone,
Saving all mankind was His aim.

He needed the a comfort of a friend
To help Him in His great sacrifice,
They slept, it hurt, but did not offend,
He knew alone he had to pay the price.

Just try to imagine the weight of sin
Of every human soul that will ever live,
The pain caused Him to bleed from within,
No one else so great a love could give.

The angels came to comfort Him for awhile,
Then he was by himself, so all alone,
He was used to seeing His Father’s smile,
The pain of loneliness He must have known.

But at last that sacrifice was complete,
That compassionate need finally done,
Another hurt, betrayed by a kiss so sweet,
All this so our souls maybe one day won.

Look, the Master humbly kneeling there
In agony, this cup He could not pass by,
He drank deeply, suffering we can’t compare,
The Master of ocean and sea and sky.

He suffered for me in Gethsemane,
Alone and forsaken by all He knew,
Suffered long till each extremity
Bled, agony not known by me and you.

So love the Lord with all thy might,
For He suffered in great agony of pain
So we may be forgiven and win the fight
And live with God and in glory reign.

M. Ann Margetson
© November 9, 2000
2000/979Inthe

“Look it is I, come feel my hands, side and feet,”
He spoke to His followers as they secretly did meet,
Oh, the joy they must have felt on the glorious day
As all their fears and sorrows were all washed away.

At last they understood the great meaning of it all,
They would preach the gospel whatever may befall.
Just poor old Thomas who was not with them
So could not believe till he saw the master again.

I can feel the love that flowed as they saw Him,
No need for sad faces and thoughts cold and grim,
For He had overcome death, saved them from the fall,
He was their Lord and Master and had overcome all.

I wish that I could have held his hands, kissed His feet,
As with tears of joy my Lord and Saviour I did greet,
But I know he rose from the dead after dying on Calvary,
And suffered hard and long to save a soul like me.

Come, look at the picture, look at each face and see
The love found in the eyes as bright as they can be,
Shining with the knowledge that Jesus now lives
And the constant comfort that message always gives.

M. Ann Margetson
© November 8, 2000
2000/978ItisI

We may all think of times when we are tired and worn,
We have been on the move since the early morn,
We want to put our feet up and read a good book,
But then come the children, our head we may have shook.

“I’m too tired to talk or play, I’ve had such a busy day,
Go and play with your many toys, please go away.”
I may have done it myself, when tired and worn out
But I know it was wrong, I know without a doubt.

For the Saviour had walked for miles healing the sick,
So weary and worn, His feet up he could hardly pick,
But along come the children, bringing their special light,
Wanting to be with Jesus, their faces shining so bright.

“Go away” His followers said “He is all tired and worn,
Come back another day, let the Master rest till morn.”
But the Master full of love, knowing a child’s need
Asked them to come to Him, listen and take heed.

I can see the children around his feet looking up at Him,
As He told them stories and how salvation they could win.
I can see Him tenderly touch each young head or arm
And with gentle power, free them from all ill and harm.

So even when we are tired, worn out with worry and woe,
Please don’t send your children away, they love you so,
If you do it often a barrier you will build, to keep them away
Just remember the Saviour and His loving words and say,

“LET THEM COME UP TO ME.”

M. Ann Margetson
© November 8, 2000
2000/976 Letthem

As a child I often wondered why she came alone
To the well, for not too far from my old home,
Was a well, a meeting place to stop and have a chat,
The folks would gather round and talk of this or that.
It was before they had running water, so it had to be carried
Just like in the time of Jesus, where everyone tarried.
She must have been an outcast, who no one would talk to,
So she went alone not to be snubbed, but He knew
Of her need of comfort, and her need to hear the truth,
She was a sinner, but humbled with much reproof,
She would accept the words he told her that fine day
As he stopped and asked a Samaritan for water far away
From home, ‘twas the Saviour who loved her just as she was,
And for each repentant sinner He willingly died upon the cross,
I hope we learn a lesson from the lonely woman at the well
And be like the Saviour, show love, for who of us can tell
What is in the heart of another, who seems dirty or unclean,
Don’t be like the hypocrites, but glow with love’s bright beam.

M. Ann Margetson
© November 2, 2000
2000/Womanwell