The first promise was made in Eden.
The prophecies came down the centuries.
The generations came from the line of Abraham and then from David.
The waiting for so long was nearly over!

The virgin was with child and God was with us!
Mary and Joseph were in the right town, yet there was no room at the inn.
And Mary gave birth to Jesus Christ the Son of God,
Who was given to us because God so loved the world!

Shepherds were told the good news by an angel, who was joined by a great company of the heavenly host.
The shepherds saw the Lamb of God who takes away the sins of the world.

Magi traveled from distant lands, to King Herod and Jerusalem, just up the road from Bethlehem.
The Magi came to worship the new born King, but Herod and all Jerusalem were disturbed.

The star shone over the stable and the Magi followed.
When they arrived, they gave their gifts:
Gold, for a great King;
Frankincense, for he was the Great High Priest and God at the same time;
Myrrh for his burial.
Indeed he would die, but not under this murderous Herod and not for around thirty-three years.
Then he would rise again for death would not hold him – the Resurrection and the Life!

The Magi traveled so far to Bethlehem and then gave their gifts,
The shepherds glorified and praised God, spreading the good news!
And Mary treasured all these things in her heart.

And you, reading this poem?
Are you like an inn keeper with no room?
Are you disturbed like Herod and all Jerusalem,
Or are you filled with great joy and give Him all that you are?

Copyright © Kevin J Foulger, 2015
All Rights Reserved.

In the Land of Uz

Land of UzGood times come and leave happy memories when they go
But there’s one thing that I know
And that God is my strong tower,
He gives me His Spirit, His love and His power.
Give glory to the Father and glory to the Son,
‘Cause it’s His will and not mine be done.

Gotta be like Job, ’cause he knows his Redeemer lives
And it’s the strength the Holy Spirit gives
When I’m all washed up on the evening tide,
I feel the pain in my heart and a there’s thorn in my side,
Abide with me Lord, with me abide.

And though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I can still hear my Saviour and feel His breath.
He redeems my life from the pit
And I know that’s sometimes how I feel or where I sit.
He pulls me out of the miry clay,
There for me every single day.
It doesn’t matter: fear, worry or pain,
Jesus always gives His love and He will remain
Yesterday, today and forever the same.

Copyright © Kevin J Foulger, 2000, Graceonusphere Music
All Rights Reserved.
Featured on the CD Dance Before The King by Newton Apple.


Trees in a wood, with yellow leaves and the ground covered in Autumn leaves

The mist hovers thick and hazy,
Lazy to unveil the day.
It delays the rays of the golden sun,
While dreams and nightmares drift away.

And Summer wanders into Autumn,
Like a cool and colour filled tide;
And the sunshine glows on the bridge
And comes out the other side.

When I was a boy, we had nature tables,
Conkers, acorns and things we brought.
The teacher’s handwriting was nice and neat,
Labelling the lessons the trees taught.

And the trees have the amber sun elaborating
The rough textures of their contoured bark.
And lovers walk through the crisp colours
To cuddle on the bench in the park.

This is Autumn in all its glory,
Colours of scarves and leaves,
A new season and a different story
Of the wind and all it weaves.

Copyright © Kevin J Foulger 2010
All Rights Reserved.

Waiting for our Dad

WaitingGold and grey are the sun and sky.
The clouds are dark and swirling,
Moving, drifting, changing and cooling.
The trees are gold and dark,
Their leaves are nearly gone.

The red pillar box is the same as it always was,
At the top of the hill, around the corner.
The road hasn’t changed much, just the surroundings.
The details and buildings are different.
The memories and feelings are familiar.
New houses and flats line the route,
More light and less trees.
The next set of people, another generation.
Memories similar to mine, yet to be made.

I used to ride my bike down the hill
With my brother to wait for our Dad,
Walking home from work on a Summer’s evening.
He’d be smiling and walking briskly,
Carrying his briefcase, smart in his grey trousers,
Shirt and tie, blazer and shining black shoes.
And in the blink of an eye, I am the age he used to be.

Copyright © Kevin J Foulger, 2015
All Rights Reserved.

The Web site set up in memory of my Dad,

The Heart of the Capital

A Eurostar Train arriving at London St Pancras

Rushing through bright ceramic tunnels
Like a blood cell in a vein,
In the flow of people
To catch the train.

In the heart of the capital
Crowds of individuals alone,
Pumped by time,
Faces like stone.

Timeless lovers embrace
Like statues staring, while others run,
Clinging to the memory
Until their time is done.

Trains leave platforms.
More trains arrive.
It keeps the circulation going
And the nation alive.

Copyright © Kevin J Foulger, 2015
All Rights Reserved.

Let There Be a Downpour

St Pauls Cathedral and the City of London

Let there be a downpour as all the saints now pray for more.
May the people be saved by the Son that God gave;
From schools and universities to offices and factories;
From workers and inspectors to managing directors;
The unemployed and homeless;
The people left out on the street and all the people that you meet;
Those who live a life of crime;
Those already serving time with their idea of unforgivable sin,
Let great revival now begin.
Let all the people everywhere and all the nations now declare,
The Son of God now be adored for
Jesus Christ is Risen Lord!

Copyright © Kevin J Foulger 1996.
First published in Hands in prayer, Triumph House.
Featured on the CD Dance Before The King by Newton Apple.

Standing in The Mall and Commemorating VE Day

The chattering crowds, halfway through this Summer’s day, all walks of life in one place,
Waiting in the Mall, like the long suffering crowds who gave their all and more.
Children on shoulders, flag waving and bunting breezes, patriotic music in the green swaying trees.
Past, present and future, remembering and commemorating those gone before.

Churchill announced the war in Europe was over and there was to be brief period of rejoicing.
The same voice that had in harder times spoken of blood, sweat, toil and tears.
So the people danced, sang and cheered. Roll out the Barrel instead of We’ll Meet Again.
Was it in anyone’s mind the war in the Far East still went on, possibly for another five years?

The crowds shouted “We want the King!” until, with the Royal Family, he appeared.
On the balcony of Buckingham Palace, Princess Elizabeth was there too, celebrating the war’s end.
The Princess, now our Queen, with her Royal Family on the same balcony and the crowds cheered.
Crowds knowing of plenty, without rationing and fewer of Make do and Mend.

Hope dawns during an afternoon in London or sunrise and sunset by a different ocean tide or shore.
Army, Navy, Air Force. Solid ground, rolling sea, or azure sky. The news the fighting had ceased.
POWs, liberators, civilians and survivors, code breakers, unsung heroes and the spies slip away.
Those in the jungles or taking islands at great cost and heavy toll, hear the news in the Far East.

There is hope to rebuild on the bomb sites. Children play where people were lost and found.
There is hope to melt down the tanks and guns to forge fences, railings and new sets of gates,
To replace the ones taken by the men for salvage. Fire crews lost the ruins but kept the ground.
Beat swords into ploughshares. Plough up the aerodromes and plant crops of housing estates.

History replays itself, except this time I am here and feel proud to be part of this great event.
The flypast of reminds me of childhood talks with my Grandad and building model kits.
Aeroplanes, paints and glue. Transfers of roundels. Models shops where my money was spent.
A bomber sneaked into the training circuit at RAF Shawbury and blew a petrol bowser to bits.

It’s easy to forget how real the threat was and that Great Britain was nearly brought to its knees.
St Paul’s was saved at all costs. Coventry Cathedral was lost. Firestorms raged as cities burned.
The Lancaster, escorted by the Spitfire and Hurricane drops poppies that float down in the breeze.
The generation alive today, gratefully remembers those who went out to fight and never returned.

Copyright © Kevin J Foulger, 2015
All Rights Reserved.

Written to mark the seventieth anniversary of VE Day, 8th May 2015, with memories added in of being in The Mall, London, outside Buckingham Palace on what was called V Day, 10th July 2005. This was to commemorate the end of the Second World War. I believe the date was chosen as it fell between the anniversaries of VE Day (8th May 1945), VJ Day (15th August 1945) and Japan signing the unconditional surrender (2nd September 1945).

The Birth of the Princess

Buckingham Palace

The baby has been born today
While springtime flowers glow in May.
The Duchesses of Cambridge gave birth to a girl
On this bright, but cloudy Saturday.

Announced by all the TV crews.
Schedules rearranged to cover the news.
Election reporting is put on hold
While the whole world is told.

The first sibling for Prince George,
The second child for the Duke and Duchess.
The fourth in line to the throne of Great Britain,
The Queen’s fifth greatgrandchild in her ninetieth year.
Prince Charles hoped it would be a girl.
As the news was told, the people cheered.

The golden easel was placed outside Buckingham Palace.
But had to wait for the Changing of the Guard.
And this tiny child doesn’t know a thing
Of the joy in St Mary’s hospital
And the rejoicing outside the Lindo Wing.

HMS Lancaster displayed “SISTER” on the deck.
“it’s a girl” said the BT tower.
The military band played.
The town crier shouted his “Oh yea!”
Of the joy on this Bank Holiday.

I downed my tools from my DIY.
Kate was in hospital, was all my Mum had heard.
The breaking news from the BBC,
I sit and take in every word.

I thank the Lord for He is good!
All good gifts are from Him above.
A princess for Great Britain to cherish
And for the Royal Family to love.

And as I write, we wait to see her first appearance
And people on the news play the guessing game.
What will this princess be called?
What will be her name?

Prince George is carried in to meet his new sister
Slightly bemused, he gives a royal wave.
In a shirt and jumper, as smart as his Dad
Then goes back home out of view.

Then later, in the arms of her Mum and with her Dad
The baby appears for all to see.
They drive off happy in their big black car
To Kensington Palace in time for tea.

Copyright © Kevin J Foulger, 2015
All Rights Reserved.

It is Finished!

A cross against a sunset, with text

Mission completed!
Sins deleted!
Death defeated!

Copyright © Kevin J Foulger, 2015
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When he had received the drink, Jesus said, “It is finished.” With that, he bowed his head and gave up his spirit.

John 19 v 30 (NIV).

Have mercy on me, O God,
according to your unfailing love;
according to your great compassion
blot out my transgressions.
Wash away all my iniquity
and cleanse me from my sin.

Psalm 51 v 1 – 2 (NIV).

“Don’t be alarmed,” he said. “You are looking for Jesus the Nazarene, who was crucified. He has risen! He is not here. See the place where they laid him. But go, tell his disciples and Peter, ‘He is going ahead of you into Galilee. There you will see him, just as he told you.’”

Mark 16 v 6 – 7 (NIV).