At the end of the day you sit on my bed as you always do.
But today I am surprised, wasn’t sure you’d come.
I messed up bad.
Still, you cover me with you ‘forever, whatever’ love,
As my rubbish of today day sits in the way.
You chose to be unaware of, or un-affected by its angry presence.
You tuck me in behind and before
With the blanket of forgiveness you made for me.
I am covered.
And all my fear of the night is gone.
All my concern of tomorrow is gone.
I am whole again as
You give me cake.
I love your house.
Cake for my soul. We sit by the fire.
I love your house.
A fire in my soul. You start to sing.
I love your house.
A song of my life, of your joy, of your patience with me, of your delight in who you’ve made.
A good good song for my soul. You walk to the piano as a myriad of singers fill the room.
And a song begins from my heart, rising to choral crescendos of joy; accompanied by you.
I love your house. Cake and fire a
That temporal crown of regal gold, foreshadowed one of thorn,
with coronation echo sound:“Another king be born.
Your victory come like none before, O King of kings raised up.
No cross of wood or veil of rock, will ever steal your cup.” And so with roar of victory, the King of all arose.
His kingdom is forevermore, his glory no end knows.
And now another crown is formed: I hold it in my hand,
I’ll cast it down and fall before, the king, the great I AM. #biblepoem #christianpoe
I sit and I watch in sunrise light,
Coffee, croissant, summer morning breeze and nothing too much to do today.
The evaporating, refreshing rain of the night, the dew of the morning, the song of daybreak,
Wrap me in contentment and readiness: for what, I do not know … still, I sit and I watch. The sun rises further through the cloudless expanse in its daily course,
Tipping over treetops to begin a cascade of warmth;
A waterfall of possibility, of life, floods the day. Floods
This poem is 50 words long. Each one is a summary-response to the 50 verses of Psalm 18. The idea with the rhythm of the poem is to steadily read each word. Passing from one to another allowing the image to build: and then pause at the end of each portion (marked by a vertical line), take two breaths and consider. The bracketed word at the start of each line is an indication of the focus, the object of, or central character in the portion. (me to GOD)
I see you sitting on the mercy seat held by promise and love.
With one hand you pat the space at your side,
With the other you say, “Come.”
“Come and sit with me.” I dare not refuse such invitation, such welcome,
Dare not remain afar, alone.
I smile; as if for the first time.
You lift me up. We sit together surrounded by angel wings,
I see you.
And you won’t take your eyes off me,
You’ve never blinked, looked away or slumbered.
You won’t leave me.
You eyes are fil
What safety is this?
Not the absence of danger or freedom from pain,
Not life without struggling again and again.
Not quiet or stillness or serenity calm,
Not shelter from anger, the world or harm.
Because, I am safe … but I am also alive. What safety is this?
Threat surrounding deliberate-misunderstanding,
Attack of kindness with, “hate,” their campfire song.
Innocence violated, spat at, stoned and forgotten.
Beauty flogged, discounted martyred and down trodden.
You see, I
Gazed upon with hope-fuelled pyre;
Watched with joy through purifying fire.
Seen and known yet loved the same,
As enmity’s combusted in true-life flame. Sparks of delight dancing over ember,
Igniting breath as souls remember.
Burning look; eternal shadows cast away.
Affirmation ushers ever-dawning day. Shine of tsunami grace never quelled,
That lumen too great to be beheld,
No flicker, not dulling; full glow of love.
Singular, intimate light. Illumine of above. #christianpoet
Culture: prowl your bland confusion-step,
Smoulder acrid rage against,
And cry your hollow death refrain,
“logic, self, freedom”. But, we are not chained to isolated emptiness, as you;
His limitation gives us flight; together we soar higher and higher.
We are not bound to hopeless lust and longing, as you;
His cords bind to security, to strength, to love. Our bondage ridicules your unfettered offence.
His laughter roars, our liberty; louder and louder and louder.
And with a
The day is near but not now.
Brightest day; enrobed with mourning veil of blackest grief,
Darkest night; thrown over with death shade shroud.
The greatest and least of stars falling as meteors to pain filled silence.
The planets and galaxies shaking with horror of the day.
But hold on.
Hold breath, that day is yet to come.
Rumour and famine and shaken foundation speak it is near.
But hold on in the war, it is not now.
Wait and watch.
I am lightning in the storm of heaven-arm
“Are you envious?”
# silence #
“You are, aren’t you; jealous. I understand. But I am EXTRAVAGANT.
You knew that about me, didn’t you?”
“Yes, but …”
“But nothing I just … am. I am unrelentingly generous; to you.
You think you deserve what you got? Oh my child!?!” “I’m going to get what you deserve. Do you see? I’m going to take the hit.
And in the place of disgrace I give you honour!
I’ll take death and give you life.
I’ll take shame and give yo
Now only red when you blink.
Eyes, tight open, refuse the sorrow fields of vermilion ink.
Your crimson robes engulf; shroud life, subdue all hope foretold.
Blood will flow and still; still all you’ll see is gold. Pour your burgundy oblations; they flow greyscale dry.
Your words cut through to death, yet you refuse to die.
So in your night they will remain,
Till death follows death to scarlet death flame And silence. Or, let your eyes cry; burn
Home The place you feel most safe perhaps? For sure the place you feel most trapped. Known for who you grew up to be, But the child you were is all they see. Your own town cannot forget. Your own home cannot accept. Forever the child of your dad and mum. Offended. No faith for who you have become. #christianpoetry #growup #hometownprophet #christian #home #POETRY #reboot #Matthew13 #bible
What you’ve planted in my life may grow,
But a day will come.
Your weeds entangle through my truth and choke,
But a day will come.
In the dead of my night you came,
The seeds of your lies looked the same,
But a day will come. Fire will burn
When that day comes.
Your hate will burn
When that day comes
And I will still stand,
I will be glorious,
I will be me;
and that alone;
All I was ever meant to be
When that day comes. #christianpoetry #christianspokenword #th
“For,” said Peter, “it is written in the Book of Psalms: “‘May his place be deserted; let there be no one to dwell in it,’ and, “‘May another take his place of leadership.’ Peter quotes two psalms in this part of his speech. Remember he has stood up in the presence of the followers of Jesus. They are still waiting for the promised out pouring of the Holy Spirit. They are perhaps afraid and uncertain. They have been praying together. The first psalm he quotes, psalm 69, perhap
(With the payment he received for his wickedness, Judas bought a field; there he fell headlong, his body burst open and all his intestines spilled out. Everyone in Jerusalem heard about this, so they called that field in their language Akeldama, that is, Field of Blood.) Was his sin unforgivable. Judas obviously thought so. But it doesn’t seem to be – judging by other sins we see forgiven in scripture. So it was not necessarily the cost of the sin that Judas found unrepayable
concerning Judas, who served as guide for those who arrested Jesus. He was one of our number and shared in our ministry.” It’s hard to be vulnerable. and when you’ve been betrayed it can fell foolish to have ever been so. Then the next time it’s even harder to be vulnerable. Jesus chose Judas; chose to walk with him for three years and shared himself and his life with a man who would ultimately betray him. Why did Jesus choose him? The area of ‘ministry’ Peter highlights is t
… the Scripture had to be fulfilled in which the Holy Spirit spoke long ago through David Here is recognition of the working and ministry of the Holy Spirit. The disciples knew the Holy Spirit from scripture. They knew the Holy Spirit as ‘Neshama’ the life force and the life breathed at creation and as ‘Ruach’ hovering and anointing people for tasks of creativity and strength and as presence and life. Zechariah 7:12 says the Holy Spirit is the deliverer if the prophetic words
Unknowingly, unwantingly run.
‘More-than-just-one’ in two men.
Meet perfect love. Rage, rebellion, ricocheted, riled,
Power destroying, hating, defiled;
They shout out. Know Him without doubt. But will not get out.
The More-than-just-one in two men,
Meet perfect love. Fear swells as they face him, time’s up before him,
Words are spoken, truths are spoken, “Go” is spoken:
That sound unstoppable,
as multitude of deaths defeated; cast
What cost to cross the sea?
To journey to the other side?
To continue to hear and to see and to be?
Reach the distant shores and abide? How much? So much.
All you have been, and are and hope and dream and long.
Everything, to go. But to stay is more. To cease to hear his song.
To remain; too much the cost to refuse the call.
So leave everything now or find in the end that you have nothing at all. The crossing; death. Death of self. Surrounded by tumult and fury and rag