In Daddy’s Arms

by Christopher Hartfiel © 2011

I do not need to worry

I do not need to fear

I do not need to be afraid

‘Cause I’m safe when I’m in my Daddy’s arms.

In Daddy’s arms I’m safe

His loving arms around me

Big and strong is my Daddy

‘Cause I’m safe when I’m in my Daddy’s arms.

Thunder explodes all around me

Lightning lights up the sky

Rain pounds on the roof above

‘Cause I’m safe when I’m in my Daddy’s arms.

I cuddle up into the folds

Daddy takes all my fears away

I hear his heartbeat and relax

‘Cause I’m safe when I’m in my Daddy’s arms.

Whispering my name he talks to me

Gently touching my face and hair

He cuddles me until it’s over

‘Cause I’m safe when I’m in my Daddy’s arms.

I do not need to worry

I do not need to fear

I do not need to be afraid

‘Cause I’m safe when I’m in my Daddy’s arms.

Moses Was In The Desert

I finished watching the re-make of The Ten Commandments (with Dougray Scott) this morning and felt inspired when this song started composing itself in my head.

Moses Was In The Desert
by Christopher Hartfiel © 03/07/2011

Moses was in the desert, leading the people out
Amidst the cloud and fire, there became a shout
Crying, “Holy, Holy, Holy, and Holy is the Lord
Holy, Holy, Holy, and Holy is the Lord
Holy, Holy, Holy, and Holy is the Lord.”

With timbrels and dancing, Israel praised the Lord
To celebrate His Victory, o’er the Egyptian sword
Crying, “Holy, Holy, Holy, and Holy is the Lord
Holy, Holy, Holy, and Holy is the Lord
Holy, Holy, Holy, and Holy is the Lord.”

“Who there is like you, O’Lord amongst the gods
Who there is like you, Glory in your Holiness
Great in power and wonder, and Holy is the Lord
Fearful in praises, and Holy is the Lord
Holy, Holy, Holy, and Holy is the Lord.”

You shall reign forever
You shall reign forever
The Lord shall reign forever
Yahweh shall reign forever.

Still and Waiting

I was driving past East Ipswich School on Tuesday and there was a little old Grandma standing, waiting for her grandkids. She very much reminded me of my late Grandmother, and how so much she would have loved waiting for Kaylee afterschool...



She stands on the footpath, still and waiting
Looking across the road at the school
Cane carry bag in her left hand
The other holding a folded up hat.

She stands there staring at the school, remembering
The 70 odd years ago when she went
Her school friends have long sinced past away
The last of her generation is she.

O' what fun she had when she was young
The joys and laughter that bought tears to her face
People ask her what if she could do her life over again
'I wouldn't change a thing, " she said. "Not a thing!"

The school bell rings in the background
She looks at her watch, 2:58
Looks like the clock is fast once again
Not that she minds, not that she minds.

She stands on the footpath, still and waiting
Remembering the past, the years long gone by
"Great Grandma! Great Grandma!" The kids shout aloud
She smiles a loud smile as they run into her arms.

As a...

As a writer, I imagine the possibilities and then create people and I build worlds for them, creating the destiny I have for them...but I can do better...

As a draftsman, I imagine a building and then draw up the plans and specifications so the building can soon be built...but I can do better...

As a gardener, I imagine what I desire the garden to be and then plant the seeds and wait for the plants to grow...but I can do better...

As a father, I planned for a child, I created my child and now I am raising my child...I don't know if I could do any better...



As I look at my beautiful baby daughter, I thank the Lord for her, for granting her to Nicole and Myself to care and raise her up into the woman that He has called her to be. Thankyou my Lord for this beautiful child.

Kaylee is Watching

by Christopher Hartfiel © 2011

Each night as Kaylee goes to sleep
We sit together on the bed and pray
Holding hands she looks up at us
And listens to us while we say;

“Thankyou Lord for the day you gave
For keeping us safe and making us brave
Please keep Kaylee safe, we pray that you might
Wake Daddy or Mummy if she needs us tonight.”

She may not understand the words we speak
Though she is watching us when we pray
I have heard it said, “Faith can’t be taught,
It is just something that is caught along the way.”




‘Faith is never taught, it’s just something that they catch from watching you along the way.’ © Mark Shultz 2006

Smoking Ash

by Christopher Hartfiel © 2007-10

The old man lies slumped against the wall
His smoking gun lies empty at his side
Warm blood sticks splattered across his wrinkled face
Wondering how much longer he’ll be alive.

He can hear the sounds of sirens coming
They drown out the raspy air that escapes through his chest
Every breath pushes steam into the chilly air
Blood flows freely from the holes in his breast.

The little ones hug close to his body
Two young boys maybe four or five years
No matter what he says they won’t stop their crying
It is for him that they cry their sad tears.

Brave for their age, the old man gives them that
They’ve been through a lot this cold winter’s night
Now little boys will grow into brave young men
His death will be worth it, if only they might.

He glances over to the stilled body in the shadows
Why didn’t he just lay his gun to the ground?
Another soul to be crammed into hell
On his grave will there any flowers be found?

Rubbing the boys’ heads with his bloody hands
His eyes lift towards Heaven; stars in his eyes
Hopefully soon he’ll be there, in paradise eternal
No more pain, no more sorrows, no more goodbyes.

Can one good deed outweigh all the wrongs?
Can one decision change a whole life?
Did salvation find him too many years late?
He prays his sacrifice changed these two lives.

Daddy Don't Leave

by Christopher Hartfiel © Aug 2010

As I wrap up my Kaylee ready for sleep
Putting her in her cot each day,
Her eyes meet mine with a slight tinkle
Beautiful blue eyes seem to say:

“Daddy don’t leave,
Daddy don’t leave me alone
Daddy don’t leave
Daddy don’t leave me alone.”

Her bottom lip wavers starting her off
Followed by her forehead and eyes,
Her expression intensifies turning slightly red
All of a sudden then start the cries.

“Daddy don’t leave,
Daddy don’t leave me alone
Daddy don’t leave
Daddy don’t leave me alone.”

I loosen her cloths that release her limbs
She settles down along with her tears,
Picking her up Kaylee snuggles in
There she lies, abating all fears.