Healing
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Joy of Worship
A haiku on worship Heartache stripped away Pouring out passion and praise Our God meets with us Continue reading
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Hope
A searing pain Off the charts Cripples my soul Shatters my heart It summons a tempest Whispering winds like a ghost The dusk sky deepensStained by my dark groans A singular word Written on paper Breaks the stronghold Changes the weather In the battering storms It helps me cope Brings light into darkness The word… Continue reading
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Dry Bones
Dry bones Worn down by life Purpose stripped away By the cruellest of knives Ice forming As the cold winds blow Creaking and cracking As its stronghold grows Breath of God Eternal flame Ignites my passion Severs glacial chains It sets deep in my bones As smouldering embers Determination builds Brooding in my every fibre… Continue reading
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Wind of God
Wind of God Mighty hurricane Stir up storm clouds Cause it to rain again Wind of God Unstoppable gale Propel me into Your arms Billow my limp sails Wind of God Make things right Tear down the walls That I’ve built in my life Wind of God Fragrant breeze Your grace and Your mercy Bring… Continue reading
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Joy
Joy erupting A well of emotion Tears brimmingThe first drops of an ocean That feeling when You taste the sweet truth When years of deception Are revealed to you Wrists no longer numb No longer bound by chains The fog has cleared And so has the pain It was a journey That lasted so long… Continue reading
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Doesn’t Anyone Care?
Doesn’t anyone want to knowWhat I have inside? Is there anyone in this earth With who I can share my mind? Why am I alwaysOn the outside of the circle? Forced to earn acceptance By climbing over hurdles Deep inside of me Thrashed ideas and words They bellowed in rage at me That they were… Continue reading
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Torch of Hope
My darkened heart Rocked by violent storms The water seeps in And so do the worms The once bright furnace Now stark and empty But one breath from God Is more than plenty It reignites the fire At the centre of my heart Dries up the moisture With a single blast When my pen strikes… Continue reading
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Words
Words dancing On the tip of my pen On the tip of my tongue A river of black ink Poems flowing From the darkness of dusk From the brightness of dawn Daily rhythms re-synced Stories baking In the heat of my passion In the furnace of my heart My imagination expanding Spirit flowing In the… Continue reading
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Reaching Out
I reach out In the crowd, concealed To touch the hem of His garment So that I can be healed I have held on To so many things Tried to keep control Tried to hide what was within It is when I let go And reach for Him That my mud-stained hands Are cleansed from… Continue reading
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The Wooden Cup
Drink from my cup The Saviour gently urges It is simple, carved from wood But at a great price, was purchased I put no adornment on it No embellishments to allure I give you my word It holds what you’re looking for Feel the wood’s graining It is rough to the touch But it tells… Continue reading
Dawn & Dusk 