Our King
Who would dare to welcome us in?
It’s been a little while since I’ve posted here but anyways I was inspired to write this after a prayer meeting in Holbeck this morning. I originally wrote this with a mixture of singular and plural first person but I felt doing it all in the plural was a better reflection.
There is no-one like our King
Who would dare to welcome us in?
We’ve wondered in a pitiful mess
Brought to a place to confess
For in our hearts we were lost
Until You paid the ultimate cost
You sent Your Son, to us You gave
Now He has torn up the grave
Raised up to the most high place
We are astounded by Your boundless grace
‘Cause one cannot same themselves
Astonished by how deep Your love delves
For this we can shout “Come and see
My Lord, my God, my Saviour has rescued me!”
A Blood Drenched Cross
Re-focus your vision
Thrashing winds cutting and spiralling around
Fear-filled air comes bearing down
I walk in Your stead as You lead me by hand
Through the valley of the shadow of death
‘Cause it was for the sake of love that
You came down to the deepest depths
Following His footsteps on this narrow path
Past the bedrock of the derelict hill
I collapse to my knees in a weeping mess
A wail protrudes from my lips in utter distress
As I look heavenward, raising my eyes
From the very foot of the blood drenched cross
You see maybe I’ll die today, maybe I won’t
Maybe I’ll live a full amount of days
But I can feel the clock slowing
As my every breath escapes me
There You are, on the doorstep waiting
But just how long will You wait for me?
From my high throne, my shattered crown
Until it all comes crashing down?
Now I have walked away from it all
Though I cannot speak it now, I am too proud
For without I would not even be able to begin to cope
But it is in His resurrected life I place my hope
Shall
With lips that never ceaseI will cry out all my praiseTo the Prince of all peaceI shall ever follow Your ways
A poem I wrote a couple of weeks ago now, I guess it’s a bit like a psalm.
As ever all my poems can be found at http://dancingwithgorillas.org/
With lips that never cease
I will cry out all my praise
To the Prince of all peace
I shall ever follow Your ways
With my head and my heart
Spirit, body, even my soul
This life is only the start
And You shall make me whole
Sing aloud you nations sing
No shame here in these lands
Before His throne your worship bring
He shall gather you in His hands
I am secure in His arms
My strength and portion are
From His love which surely calms
And shall heal all my scars
From the Fountain of Delight
Joy wells up on the inside
I gain hope and all my might
As I rest with Him and shall abide
All the days He has given
I will give them up
Since I am redeemed, forgiven
I shall joyfully share His cup
Thank the LORD for all He’ll do
And for all that He has done
Stand firm and to His Word be true
Into His presence we shall run
Treasure Hunt
Since we're so anaesthetisedWe look so peaceful and calmTo be grasped as this wanted prizeWe can't even raise our arm
A humble king once did seek
For those so far from home
To return them back to his keep
Rambunctious and yet his own
Those, the lost, his treasures are
Diamonds amongst the rough
Those who hurt, & curse, & mar
He’ll brush from his cuff
He sought so long and far beyond
His treasure scattered wide
To hold so tight and look so fond
Yet we continue to hide
Since we’re so anaesthetised
We look so peaceful and calm
To be grasped as this wanted prize
We can’t even raise our arm
But this king is greater than all we
who cower beneath the dirt
He’ll lift our heads that we can see
The one who removes all hurt
This mighty king that all should fear
Abounds in mercy and grace
He calls his beloved and draws near
And they shall see his face
Let us Imagine
Let us imagine for a moment, if you dare,That we could forget the sun, no longer see the air
This is the amalgamation of lots of ideas I’ve had. It basically is meant to be quite provocative and make you think. Enjoy:
Let us imagine for a moment, if you dare,
That we could forget the sun, no longer see the air
That we are groping around in darkness which surrounds
What would we think of light, would we think it profound?
So I ask, where can you go to escape yourself?
What would you do if ruin became your wealth?
What depths would you descend to survive?
If God is dead, how are you still alive?
Why just open the door and wait for a king to enter
When you could run outside and revel in his splendour?
Stop your foolish searching and pray “open my eyes”
Those of your heart which are blinded by lies
Like the calm before a storm be as silent as the grave
Open your mind to truth and hold fast to the one that can save
Can you look forward to when time will end
Stare death in the face and embrace him as a friend?
“the Light”
A poem about my hope and my salvation!
I got inspiration for this poem partly during my FP training week at Centre Parcs, and partly during the sung worship on my first Sunday back. The idea of our praises being a battle cry is such an awesome image.
I was a broken man,
Wondering lost, without a plan,
Toiling in my laborious work,
Struggling though the gloomy murk,
Living in the curse of the fall,
Not knowing His blood covers all.
But then I saw my saving grace,
Redemption in a dead man’s face,
Conquering death in just three days,
Now captivated by His loving gaze,
Ascended to His Father’s side,
And in His life I do hide.
Although the war is won,
Still the battles rage on,
You can find me here,
Living in hope not fear,
May my praise arise,
My glorious battle cry.
Through the darkest night,
I fix my eyes upon the light,
And wait until the dawn,
When no more shall I mourn,
Rising joy and grace abound,
And eternal life is forever found.
Father’s Embrace
A child's thoughts whilst being held by his father beside the fireplace.
The inspiration for this came last Sunday during the evening service at Mosaic Church. During the sung worship I had this extremely vivid picture of a child being held snugly in his fathers arms; it was a warm and orange scene. I started by trying to capture the child’s thoughts:
Sat upon the rocking chair, his child cradled in his arms
His crimson top, in the crackling firelight, glowing
A soft voice sings, masking the rain against the window
Curled up tightly, secure on his fathers lap
The child whispers in the quiet of his heart:
“Hold me close, Father, snug within your arms.
Shelter me from the driving rain falling all around.
Sing over me everything flowing from your heart.
Whisper sweetly, softly words my soul understands.
I feel the warmth of your breathe, giving me life
And peace as I cling to you.
Never let me go, Father, always
Left me have your embrace.”
The Twilight Songbird 09-09-2010
A poems about the callings of twilight songbird
The inspiration for this poem came from a vivid image of a small bird on a spindly branch spreading her wings to sing just after the sunset in that time between dusk and night. It really captured my imagination and I hope the following poem encapsulates what I saw.
The twilight songbird spreads her delicate sings,
The night opens as her calling softly begins.
A melancholy tune to a lonely ear,
A sonnet of love to a cheerful dear.
Her song fills the still evening air,
Her lover embarks to join her there.
Together they form an estranged duet,
Together their sound rises above the sunset.
Golden fades to silver blue,
Blue to deep, and then comes the moon.
The Fallen Leaf - 08-08-2010
A poem about the upcoming season (autumn)
I’d wanted to write this poem since I had a really clear daydream about a leaf slowly falling. I now want to write a few more poems about different aspects of nature where I give them personalities. Enjoy!
Autumn approaches as the winds turn blue,
Velvet air hugs the silent trees.
The first leaf takes hold in the morning light,
She spreads herself and prepares for flight.
“Release me”, she whispers in a rustling sound,
As she begins her decent to the bare ground.
But the wind hears her sorrows no to be alone,
And gathers her friends in a swelling moan.
Falling the leaf tumbles and turns,
Going this way and that only to learn.
Her friends are not as brave and cling to fate,
The winds tries hard but alas too late.
Landing softly she looks and sees,
Her friends raining gently, a heavenly view.
