Young lovers bathed in moonlight,
Serenaded by the sea,
The wind and the waves are dancing,
As far as the eye can see.

And in all this frenzied movement,
There is a quietness that last’s,
As they walk towards their future,
And away from all their past’s.

Each time I see the glory of a sunset, I am deeply moved, and blessed by it.

If one word could heal your heartache,
I’d so wrap it up in love,
That it would calm your troubled waters
Like the settling of a dove.

And in the beauty of that moment
You might glimpse the Fathers Heart,
As His compassion flows from Heaven,
As I reach out and do my part.

I was born in Adelaide, South Australia, and for most of my young life, lived in various Orphanages. Except for a short time for when I live with an Aunty in Western Australia. When I left the Boy’s Home in 1968, I went to New Zealand, but on the way there, I was introduced to LSD, and other drugs. For the next 5 years, I was what you would call a Hippy, or drug addict. My whole life centred around drugs, and involvement with the New Age movement.

I then moved to Canberra, and while working at Foreign Affairs, I met a man, Mike, who happened to be a Christian, he shared the Story of God’s love for me, and some times I was eager to talk, and at other times, I didn’t want to know. He respected my wishes, he wasn’t there to “Bible Bash!” me, he was there for me, as a friend. Then one day, he turned to me, and said, “John, you know as much of this Jesus thing as I do, it is about time you made a decision.” When he said those words, it was as though something in me just snapped, I turned to him, and said, “You’re right.”, I then turned and walked back into the place I was living. I went into my room, got down on my knees, and confessed my sins, and asked Jesus to come into my life, and be my Lord and Saviour, I then felt His Presence walk through the wall of my room, and go straight into the pit of my stomach, and I knew, that I had become a Christian.

The next day I went back to my drug addict friends, and their mouths literally fell open, as one of them said, “What happened to you?” I replied. “Jesus happened to me.” I then continued to tell him what happened. I never touched drugs, or had any involvement in the New Age, from then on, that was June the 9th, 1975.

Jesus has had a lot of repair work to do in my heart, and He is still doing it, I remember as a child, my dad got a gun, and threatened to shoot my sister and myself, he also locked me in a room for hours at a time. Not a good start for a small child, and for years, it tainted my view of God the Father, but of course our Daddy God, is not like my earthly father. Little by Little, my concepts are being changed, and I am learning, that Daddy God loves me. Love is the only thing that can bring about real change in a persons life, all else, will we a touch up job, at best. A few years ago, the Lord gave me this poem, and I would love to share it with you. 

Lord, take me to Your Father,
To His Throne above,
And let me sit upon His knee,
And know His tender Love.

For the concept’s I’ve had of Him,
Were tainted by my own,
For when things got too much for him,
He placed me in a home.

So take me to Your Father,
To His Throne above,
And let me sit upon His knee,
And know His tender Love.