Sadly it was this same young man who didn’t seem to have a care in the world who didn’t turn up for work one Saturday morning. He had committed suicide the night before after his shift.
Time is measured by the once
but pleasure by the pound
We forsake the hour’s warning tide
Written for the One I Love When darkness fades And glory shines you open your eyes and hope to find A starling on your pillow A valentine in your arms who nestles cheek to breast You alight from bed to floor Going to prepare a succulent feast as you tiptoe out the door Content, refreshed …
Back in 1983-1987 I was profoundly blessed to be in a youth group run by Gavin and Liz Hockly. It was through this Te Awamutu Bible Chapel youth group called “Word of Life” that I learned lots, was challenged to ‘grow-up’ and also had the blessing of being able to try the gifts God has …