Attending

I see them standing at the door,
Eating cakes and cookies
Just like they did before
Silent shufflers remembering
All the years long gone
Too young, too young,
Such pain, terrible pain,
Wiping sad eyes,
Muttering quick goodbyes,
Attending to the memory
With sombre diligence
That is quickly forgotten
Within the swells of living
Why is it wise to attend?
Why is it wise to drink deep,
To open wide our mouths
And embrace the kiss of death?
Why is it wise to attend?
To mournfully mutter
And declare to the world
That the glow of youth
Was upon their cheeks
And O’ it is a shame
That pain became them.
Where God is not invited,
And the church becomes a tomb
As the resurrected life
And the blessed power of grace
Is denied acknowledgement.
Why is it wise to linger there?
To attend and lend your ears
Your fears, your tears,
To the embrace of death?
Why is it wise to embrace death
When the living God
Provides life beyond the grave?
Foolish shufflers attending to death
Stir your tongues to praise
Turn your hearts to God,
And run after the abundant life
For wise is the one who attends
To drink deep and satisfy themselves
At the banquet of the living of God.

Caterpillar

Sweet caterpillar
Wound so tight
Wrapped so close
Feed upon the peace
That now encloses you.

Feed upon the soft whispers
Feed upon the love
That God has weaved around you
Be nourished by his care

Sweet caterpillar
Lay still and listen
Do not fight the isolation
Find strength in his voice
Listen as he blesses you

Drink deep of destiny
Drink of the arcane knowledge
The whispered mysteries
Avowed to your spirit.

Sweet caterpillar
Wait for his leading
Wait to hear his call
Remain in peaceful habitation
Till he calls forth your destination

Take in all he has for you
Absorb the encouragement he offers
You may be lonely darling,
But you are not alone

Sweet caterpillar
Take heart
Do not grow weary
Be encouraged by his presence
You will be lifted up.

Contend for that which is promised
Fight to attain the place he has for you
Hold fast to him;
All that he declares will be

Fight sweet one,
Fight.
Struggle for breakthrough.
Refuse the constraints.
Feel the strength he has built in you.

In the strain there is beauty,
In the struggle there is grace.
Life blood starts pumping
Blood is empowering.

Take the promises!
Fight for the release!
Strain against all that holds you back,
All that you no longer are.
Take hold of destiny.

Beautiful creature
You are new.
Coloured by intimacy
Painted by love.

Revel at the beauty you have become,
Stare upon the hand of God
The careful guide and artisan
That has handcrafted you
Lift your wings and fly to him.

Tiny worm with feet on ground
No more to hold you back
Caterpillar baby,
This I declare:
No more will you be,
What you have always been.

Artisan

Plant me a garden; paint me a sunrise
Give me a glimpse of the world through your eyes.
I want to see how love holds up the stars
I want to see your fingerprints on the sandy shores
I want to watch you unfold the heavens,
To gaze upon your careful mastery
And as I lay and rest beneath your gaze
As my eyes close,
I want to see you in my dreams
Measuring and mapping the days of my life.
I want to see you creating me,
Day by day to watch you forming me.
Twisting, smoothing, creasing the clay
Always perfecting, sculpting my life
Love running from your fingers,
Filling me up.
Filling me up with more of you.
Making me into a mirror,
A beautiful mirror that reflects your beauty.
That reflects the abundance,
The abundance of the life you breathe into me.
Master, careful artisan, pour into me your talent
Do not hold back as you form me.
Make me a display of your greatness.
I want to be heralded as a reflection of your majesty.
A wonderful demonstration of all that you are.
I will worship and adore you.
I will seek you.
Artisan, crafter of the depths and highest peaks,
Take me into your hand
Break me, bend me, form me there.
So that I may be called fit to carry,
Worthy to hold,
The overflow of your anointing
The cleansing blood of the lamb.


Quickly wrote prayer "poem"

Entertaining You

When I lift my voice and sing
When my fingers hit these keys
And the beat of the drums begins to pulse
I will sing for no one,
I will play for no one but you.

Though the crowd surrounds me
Expectant and aware
Of the choices I have made
And the words I choose to sing.
Still I will sing for no one,
I will play for no one but you.

Jehovah, Jehovah
Great I Am
I am not here to entertain
I will sing for no one,
I will play for no one but you.

God fallen on my knees,
My heart laid bare
This is where I sing
Sweet music to your ears
With repentant heart
And eyes lifted high
I am entertaining you.
Entertaining you.

Rush

Always in a hurry,
Getting no where fast,
Rushing through your day
Just like you did the last

There’s no rest for the busy
No time to stop and chat
So why should Sunday morning
Be the day you drop the hat?

You sit through Sunday service
As the worship team parades
Playing music chosen for you
To encourage your charade

Rushed on through the worship
Announcements mixed with praise
Jerky starts and choppy stops
To suit your busy ways

The sermon begins-
The sermon ends.

You stand and stretch;
Relieved…
Then head on down to fellowship
Before you take your leave.

Through out the week I follow you,
I hang around your neck.
Placed with careful faithfulness,
Though suffering neglect.

You’ve bound my mouth and tied my hands,
From my eyes you look away.
A silent God on a golden cross
I won’t get in your way.

Wrote at the beginning of November.

Giving Thanks

We run to meet you in your temple
We rush to be there by your side
As, with eager hands,
We search your pockets.
With expectant greed,
We seek them out.

Lord, Lord,
We cry to you,
And with pouting lips demand
The rewards of our pilgrimage
The blessings from your hands.

We’ve heard of golden fortresses
We’ve heard of sparkling streets
But we’ve never seen your blessings
So in foolishness we weep

In foolishness we give to you,
Reluctant tithes and praise
So long as your requirements
Don’t disrupt our foolish ways

We can’t understand your sacrifice,
But alas, we’ve never tried.
Cause in truth we do not wonder,
We know just why you died.

It was because you loved us,
And it’s no wonder why
We are a pleasant people
We don’t even have to try.

We’re generous in giving,
We hate violence, rape and crime
We’ve got programs for the homeless
They just have to stand in line.

We’ve got doctors, lawyers, nurses
Working for the greater good
Defining rights and freedoms
Just as we know they should

Lovely, O so lovely
Are the crowns we seek to wear
Fit with scarlet rubies,
And set with flawless care

Precious, O so precious
Are the gowns that we’ll adorn
Woven strands of glory,
As our Saviour must have worn

So we rush into your temple
And we leave your pockets bare.
So focused on our mission
That we hardly see you there.

So silently you watch us.
You do not say a word.
And which one of us would notice?
Or stop to thank you, Lord?

You hang above us silent,
As we gamble for your clothes,
Consumed with sin and foolish,
You are the one we loathe.

Cause your blessings do not satisfy
The cravings of our heart,
We desire something deeper
Than the things you can impart

So we turn from you in anger
And admonish all our praise
Upon our paper idols
And our blessed worldly ways.

Yet still you bleed before us
Naked, bruised and torn
Crying out for nothing
Receiving naught but scorn

As we’re rushing down the sidewalk
We pass right by your cross
While we’re seeking satisfaction
Never knowing our great loss

And your blood is raining down on us
But our umbrella’s in the way
And we keep on with our busy lives
Cause we can’t get wet today

We cannot turn to look at you
And we cannot drop our guard
Cause if we seen you’re face we’d know
And that would be too hard.

We’d know that we are sinners
We’d know we put you there
We’d see our selfish lives laid out
Our empty hearts true fare

And though such solemn knowledge
Would be for the greater good
We do not want to turn away
From all we know we should.

The Shepherds Search

I feel pain in my body
I feel the desperation, the hurt
It burns within me
It’s screaming within me
And I must seek it out

Anxiously I search my flock
Checking each sheep, each lamb
Seeking assurance in each face
To heal the hurt of one

Where, O’ where is she?
This one whose pain cuts deep?
I see her silent battle,
And I know her secret need

I have it!
I have the answer,
I have the sweet relief.
I call in desperation,
And I scream her name .
Where, O’ where is she?

I can feel it
I know she’s here
I can feel it
I know she’s near

I’ve searched the eyes of every sheep
I’ve sought the hearts of all I keep
And now I see her standing there
Hands lifted up,
Her heart laid bare.

Breath held,
I pause and watch.
I see behind the etched on smile,
I witness her in hidden trial.

Fighting, struggling
Bruised, broken and betrayed.
With jerky steps I rush to her,
And I grasp her hands
As tears stream down my face.

With healing hands I pull her close,
And hold her safe within my arms.
With my tears I wash her wounds
And relieve her heavy heart.

I tell her how I looked for her,
How I sought her through the crowd.
Seeking every face,
Searching every hidden place,
To find her and to heal her.

To prove to her,
My precious child,
That I love her.

One In A Million

I am one in a crowd of a million
And we all look just the same
Etched on smiles,
Hidden trials
Fighting strife and pain

I am one in a crowd of a million
Who would care to know my name?
No one notices,
And no one sees
That pain is watching over me.

I am one in a crowd of a million
And my heart is grieved with pain
Silent tears drop from my eyes
Quiet fears I feed with lies
Craving quick relief from strain

I am one in a crowd of a million
And I have given up on hope
I have given up on joy,
On peace
I’ve given up, I’ve given up.

I am one in a crowd of a million
Guarded in all I do
I pull away from those who pray
I pulled away from You…

Now you are looking in my eyes,
Seeing deeper than the game.
And now I know you realize
And see my hidden shame.

And I am one in a crowd of a million
But with healing hands you pull me close,
I’m safe within your arms.
And with your tears you wash my wounds
And relieve my heavy heart.

You tell me how you looked for me,
How you sought me through the crowd.
Seeking every face,
Searching every hidden place,
To find me and to heal me.
To prove Your love to me.

No Lover's Quarrel

We were not close
Though, in my mind,
Our hearts were firmly locked.

My fear of love,
And my fear of scorn,
A road between us,
Sorely worn.

You tread at first with confidence
Which soon became contempt.
And I winced, I groaned, I cried out
As you tried to climb my fence.

No one can get inside my heart.
Not even you in all you’d do
Could receive that recompense.

You must know that I longed to love,
You must know that I cared.
And at your battles end,
I grieved for you,
Just like a long lost friend.

With a guarded heart,
And a silent vow
Which never did make sense
I kept you out.
But honestly
You won me in the end

The words you spoke,
The words you wrote,
Etched so deeply in my head,
Carved so surely in my heart,
Captured me.

So set me free.
Please let me be.
If I’m no longer worth your while.
Cause, somehow the fence you tried to climb
Has become no longer mine.

End of Old Poetry

Okay, so that's the end of the 'Old Poetry' for now.
I'm sure I'll find more of it stashed somewhere, have to keep it and end up copying it into here.
So the system stands, titles with an * beside them are 'old' those without are new.
The next one is brand new. I wrote it last Wednesday.
No more distractions, only poetry.

Love Always, Cole.

*Memories...

It is a scene of simplicity and sweetness
Of excitement and youthful anticipation
Innocence, starry nights and kisses peaked at perfection
Nervous jitters, curiosity,
Wonder and bright eyes
Down home goodness-apple pies and innocence
Thrilling excitement equal to that of a virgin page;
Astounding, beautiful, just awaiting its possibilities.
Beauty in an untapped format gushing from the page,,
An unread book or a brand new chapter
Also nervousness and worry
The agitated twisting of hair and biting of lip;
She’s unsure.
A million outfits of changing shades;
On and off and on again;
Make-up wrong; hair-a disaster.
She tries so hard to make it right!
Yet still she’s thrilled with wonder;
“He chose me!”
The fiery eyes of her rival gleam with amazement
Pointing daggers at her back.
She hopes he doesn’t take her back.
The doorbells ringing echoes sharply;
All her stomach ties in knots,
Her father summons her presence to the door.
Worry; fear; anticipation; all is a jumble
Deep inside.
One last look within the mirror reveals the woman
Deep inside.
A fleeing thought now steals her senses,
“Will he kiss me late tonight?”
Blush quickly warms her cheeks,
Her heart betrays her, pounding passions,
Hopes only the future knows.
Down the stairs her feet soon take her,
And to the door in excitement she floats,
Then…
There he is.
He’s holding flowers,
One sweet lily and a rose;
He looks so nervous,
His feet are shifting,
His eyes flicker not knowing where to go.
He catches her eye and the sight transforms him.
His face breaks into an unbroken smile.
Her confidence soars.
“These are for you.”
He hands her the flowers,
And gingerly she takes them, holding them high.
The sweet scent lifts, tickling her senses.
A quiet “Thank you” falls from her lips.
“Mom, Dad,” she proudly announces,
“This is Robert.”
Robert looks shocked.
She feels slight confusion.
Her nervousness peaks,
Her throat feels constricted,
“What’s wrong Robert?”
She fights for composure.
“Grandma; I’m not Robert.”
He gently replies…

(Wrote while doing notes in Biology 12.)

*Descriptive Paragraphs:

These are not poems, they’re paragraphs, but I’m putting them here anyways.

The great hall of the Castle Catorwey was abuzz with excitement. Bright colourful banners of red, green and blue hung on the thick cold stonewall in a festive fashion. The castle maids were rushing hither and thither trying to get the tables and chairs set up for the great feast. A wondrous aroma of pine needles and cinnamon candy hung low over the room causing the spirits of those within to rise in joyful expectation. An orchestra was practicing in the far corner and sweet Christmas melodies could be heard across the room. A small knot of children hid under the branches of a large tree in the corner; quietly enjoying the sweet delicate taste of Christmas chocolate, totally oblivious to the clamour around them. Whirling snow fell outside the window and the Castle was finally at peace and free from worries of an argument world full of uncaring people.

Soldiers lay scattered like a deck of cards strewn across the land. Death hung heavy on the air and it’s foul smelling essence filled the hearts and minds of those still left in this cursed place. The sound of gunshots and dieing men filled the air and little hope was found amongst them. Hearts that were so filled with love and peacefulness were no ravaged with a deep consuming emptiness and the dread of facing tomorrow haunted their every thought. Through the havoc appeared a tall silent figure dressed in robes of nobility and dignity. He walked amongst the dead and dieing and comforted their pains with a simple touch of his strong firm hand. Friend and foe he comforted and told them of great peace. A peace they’d find through him in only they’d ask the way. Many asked and many received but others failed to see and died in the agony that the evil in their hearts wielded to so easily. Never experiencing that firm comforting touch.

Behind her lay a work of art, a total masterpiece. Mountains of great hard billowing rock. Deserts of great stretches of sand and cactus. Islands full of tropical fruit, palm trees and soft bodied cappuccino monkeys with loud screeching voices. Prairies of sweeping grass, flat in all directions, rocky ridges and eucalypts. Yes it definitely was a wonderful place, a place to enjoy and be happy with. But she’d wanted more. She’d wanted to find the edge of it all. She wanted to see what it was like to stand on the edge of the world; she wanted to see what was beyond her small corner of rough rock, hot desert and cool mountain breezes. Now she knew. There was nothing there. Nothing. Just deep dark nothingness and endless beyond. But the trip wasn’t a whole loss. She’d heard aboriginals deep mellow voices singing, had tasted the soft sensation of the papaya, smelt the cool fresh feeling of the rain forest after a cleansing shower of rain, and had felt the slippery back of a dolphin. She laughed as she realized the test she’d undergone had served it’s purpose. She’d learned to love the world around her and had learned a great deal about the beauty of a sunset and a winter’s day. The edge of the world was worth the trip but the world was worth the stay.

The moon was bright and the stars were shinning when I came unto the mercy of the darkness. It wasn’t choice or my will in any way that I should be stole away in an hour of such darkness. The darkness took me to a place where all my fears became real, and I ran from spiders, a great white snake and a thousand stinging eels. I ran and ran till breath had left me and I fell into a hole of swirling blackness. Turning round and round I find myself on a merry go round. I hear laughter, she turns her head of soft brown lock and I see her eyes, eyes I recognize. Deep, dark pools of brown, curious and wise. The child stops laughing and watches me, the screams a scream of unreal terror. I turn to see what hs frightened her and find myself lying under the gallows. I can taste blood in my mouth and my heart is beating rapidly. The crowd in screaming insults and I can feel them, taste them as though they were pinging me like hail. The executioner stands over me now and I can smell a repulsive vulgar scent, I have a feeling it’s death. All the while I can hear the little girl screaming in my head. Then through the darkness I remember something said to me once and my soul becomes quite still as the words echoing in my heart burst out of my mouth; I shall never leave you, nor forsake you. The darkness is shocked and I can tell he was not expecting this. “Out,” I yell, “Leave me now!” and to my great surprise he does. Away he slinks and I hear him hiss, “I had her Christ, she was mine, I thought we hand an agreement!” A great powerful voice that I will never forget replied, “we did Satan!” as the dark burst into flames of great consuming fire. Then the sun called me back to the land of beautifully wonderful Light.

Wrote for English class, November 28th, 2002.

*Questions

Questions of my hearts desire
Burned my soul like Holy Fire
I’d sought for answers, been turned away
Told to wait another day
But my heart can’t wait,
I cried out in all-consuming hate
Then, through the darkness I heard a sound
Come with me you will be crowned.
No more waiting shall you do.
All answers I shall give to you.
He was deceiving yet my foolish heart went.
It is a choice I now resent.
He led me through the gates of pain,
And gave me my fill of useless gain.
Yet my heart still ached and the relentless
Battle never grew any less.
Then a sword of light filled my darkness
And a man of shining glory filled with gracefulness
Came into my sight
His eyes proclaimed the end of my plight.
His greatness was indescribable
My joy beyond description
My groaning spirit sang
He’s broken my heavy chain
I fell to my knees as He smiled
Joyful tears fell as I sang like a child
His love pierced my heart
And on my soul He left His mark.

*Fill Me

Holy Spirit come fill me
Come fill me with more of you
Let my heart overflow with you
Let my focus rest solely on you
I am Yours Lord,
Holy Spirit I give myself freely
Love me, Jesus
Teach me, Lord
I want more of You
. Come, Holy Spirit,
Come fill me
Make whole my soul
I want to dive deeper into you
Surround me with Your grace
Drown me in your faithful love
And resurrect me in Your Glory
You are Everything, Everything
The Sun and the Moon
Can’t ever compare to you

*The Land of the Forbidden

This road I travel
Narrow and twisted
Has led me to my destiny
I stand at a crossroad
One way is wide
The way easy going,
The other narrow and rocky
I know which way I’d like to go
It’s a path well travelled
It must be alright I reason,
But my heart yearns to follow
Curiosity and truth down the narrow path
A path of rocks and twisted ways.
My feet carry me forward
While I struggle at the cross road
And before my heart can argue
I step onto the wide path
My beloved road well traveled
Doom and horror haunt my every step
As I walk down the road well traveled
Hope has left my heart and I am full of regret
For letting my mind win over my heart
I wish I could go back to the cross road
I wish I could have avoided
The Land of the Forbidden
And taken the narrow road.

*Forgotten Child

The smell of crisp spicy needles,
Fills the room.
Spirits are lifted and hearts all aglow.
A large pine of deep evergreen boughs
Sits displaying it’s magnificence
In the corner of our large dining room,
Candles sit alight
On it’s strong boughs
And they glow in great merriment
Taking in all the cheer
Of a glorious holiday.
Beads of shimmering gold are strung
Criss-crossing patterns along the branches
And atop of this grand display
Sits a star.
Simple and bright
To remind us of a night so long ago,
And of a child too often forgotten.

*Forever Found

All I want to ever know
All I want to ever hear
Is forever echoing in my ear,
Like a softly falling rainy glow.

Water bubbling, merrily graceful,
A tiny angel wishing well
To all who dare to dwell
In the court of the Most High

A pair of eyes, sad yet sweet
Watching after all he keep
Searching for his one lost lamb
Securing for them Heaven’s claim

I was that lamb, lost and now found
Living on uneasy ground
Unpromising love caught in my a snare
I hid, afraid of Heavens glare.

Yet lost as I was
And grounded as I felt,
I could not hide
From Heaven’s light.

He picked me up
And took my hand
Leading me to solid ground
Whispering soft Forever’s in my ears.

*Awe Of You

Words come so slowly to my mind
As I stand in awe of you
My soul yearns
My soul aches
But petty words
Your Heart can’t inspire.
This simple brush
This lightest touch
I just cannot describe
So how God?
How will I be able to speak
When your glory
Is revealed to me?
It makes me think,
It makes me feel,
Cause I know your for real.
But I shall never know,
Quite all of you.
Never should my mind
Be able to know,
All your depth,
Nor all your glory.

*Are You There?

The land,
It seemed to stretch
Out to forever.
My mind just couldn’t
Help but gasp in utter fear.

And my heart cried out
Though I knew you’d always hear me,
My heart cried out
Are you there?

My faith wore thin
O why had you left me
My heart felt weak
Within my soul.

And my heart cried out,
Though I knew you’d always hear me,
My heart cried out
Are you there?

O sweet Jesus,
Why did you leave me in
My darkest hour
Why you cast me
To the fires of my death.

And my heart cries out,
Though I know you always hear me
My heart cries out,
Are you there?

What was so obvious
Is now as dark as night
And my mind can’t take anymore.

O Jesus, Lord my Saviour,
Are you there?

*Here Again

Here I am again
Torn and defeated
There you stand again
A comfort in the dark
My heart is aching
And I’m hesitating
Cause you’re standing
Where I stood
And your arms are open wide
And your eyes they beckon me
But I don’t know,
I can’t decide
Whether I believe,
In you…

*Silence

Silence is an odd sound
A deep wailing sound
Like sirens wailing in your ears
Or wind whistling through
And old abandoned house.
It’s a pleasant sound
Though rarely heard
And most often drowned out
By the clamour of other sounds,
Less provoking sounds,
Like music, traffic
And the swell of human activity.
No one want to hear silence
When it’s there,
And everyone wants to hear it
When it’s not.

*Random Verse

My heart, my hands, my feet,
My all, myself I bring;
Accept in mercy, gracious Lord,
My humble offering.
_____________________________
Wonderful story of love;
Tell it to me again;
Wonderful story of love;
Wake the immortal strain!
____________________________
This could be my last dance
This could be my final chance
But Jesus I just can’t do it
Just can’t see it
It definitely wasn’t me
That they crucified you for
You’re too good
Too pure,
They’d notice that for sure…

*The Hands Of God

Stars of shining silver,
Twinkle on a back of
Velvet black as Leaves
Turning in the wind
Give us a feeling Of
Joy and send the message of
Love to the blue waters
Of a sapphire ocean, almost
More beautiful than Gold
Which is entwined in
The moon and sun as it
Casts a display of Shimmering
Light and still hold true to the one
It loves
In a great earnest display of Hope
One can only hold their
Breath as
Such a display is shown and Tell
Of the love and joy experienced
When one encounters a display of
Such craftsmanship in which only
One who is great is able to create
Only the work of the hands of God
Can display such wonder and delight
And give such a feeling of Peace.

*The Stage

A canopy of brilliant stars
Hang suspended
Above my head.
The moon glows
A brilliant gold
And the frost shimmers
On the branches
Of the great white birch trees.
The stage is set
For a display of praise.
Everything is perfect
Set for the Sovereign of the World.
I sing my best
And dance as I never have
For my glorious guest
On my glorious stage.

*English Class Poem (Wrote With Raechelle)

Your face has a cool, smooth
And delicate complexion,
Like water chuckling over pearly stones.
Your eyes are like glowing embers,
Warm and inviting,
Your nose rises delicately outward
like the softly lapping waves against a lake shore.
Your lips are silken pink,
Like the tangy sweetness of grapefruit juice.
Your smile gleams beautifully
Like the polished keys of a piano.
Your cheeks are like peaches on
A cool spring day.
Your hair is long and silky,
Like the sound of someone playing a harp.
Like long grass blowing in the field,
Like straight hung wind chimes twisting in the wind.
Your ears are just like the handles of a delicate
Tea cup twisting outward and bending back in.
Your eyelashes are full and thick
Curved upwards like a sail on an elegant ship
Tossed at sea.
Your neck is like a tall tower
Holding up the gleaming night sky.
Your shoulders like the bottom of a
Pine tree, hands reaching out to catch
The gentle falling snow flakes
Your arms like merciful branches
For support.
Your hands are like long fingers
Reaching out for hope.

*How Could I Not?

O Lord,
How could I not love you?
How could I not be touched
By what you did?
It was my cross.
It was my nails.
It was my shame.
It was my blame.
It was mine.
How could I not love you?
How could I not be touched,
By what you did?

Wrote on August 8, 2002

*Back Where I Belong

I am walking down this road,
My heart feels heavy
And as black as coal.
My mind is telling me no,
But my heart says to go
To go back to what I had before.
To become as white as snow.
To give up desert
For the rain.
To accept such precious gain.
I feel it,
The end in near, I see a bright and shining star
I know my Saviour is here
I long for his embracing love,
I know that my sins are dead and gone.
Your love have reached inside my heart.
I feel your embracing love
And I am back where I belong.

Glory...

When the ink melts
And blends in the page
A miracles occurs
Beneath my finger tips.

Passionate fury seeps
From inside of me
And I become exhausted
With my lack of freedom;
My inability to record
My thoughts as quickly
As they come.

This is when a prayer
Falls from my lips
And my focus
Starts to shift.

To write,
Is to worship,
And to worship,
Is to bring glory to God.

*For You

I want to write for you alone,
With your knowledge
I’d like to speak
But sometimes it seems
Like you don’t care
Don’t even see me standing here.
I want to sing of your glory
I want to proclaim your will
Use me, O Lord,
Write through me, Lord
And use my voice.
Let me proclaim your will Lord
Let me sing of your glory
Lord I want to dance
In joy for you
I want to wave flags
And shout out to the world
Of your goodness
I want to reach the lost
I want to help gather your flock
Lord please,
Use me.

*Three

Three crosses stand upon a hill,
Three men hand upon them
Three nails hold each one in place
While the crowd below does cheer them.
Three men in the garden waited,
Three and twenty seven betrayed them
Three times a cock crowed in the dawn.
As Peter fell below them.
Three were sent from Eden
Three days spent in a tomb
Three complete the Trinity
And three make up this poem.

*Face (Not really a poem...)

I am a person without a face.
A black hole exposed to the world.
Who I am is stuffed inside.
What I feel.
What I think.
What I know and believe
Is all found in my faceless head.
Those who see me stare in awe.
Who and what is she?
Why is there no face to place our judgements upon?
In my shame, under scrutiny of the eyes I began to build.
Cheek bones, nose, mouth, eyes.
Muscles and flesh inter-twining to cover my open hole.
I have become unrecognizable to me, I have a face.
Just another person with a carefully crafted mask.
People who see me no longer cringe
For I am hidden deep within.
My tears never fall from public eyes.
My voice never screams from my tightly closed throat
For I am no longer myself.
Another person,
A me I don’t know nods in agreement as a flower inside the wind.
Who am I?
I am no longer me. I am changed for the worse.
I am my face.

*Song

A song,
Is just the words
Of our heart
Being set free.

* With Heartfelt Heaviness

Hope seemed so far away
My mind astir
With thoughts of why you
Have brought me to this place.
This place of heaviness and discouragment
I’ve tried my best
To hold my head up
But sin is drowning me
Just like water in a desert
I need a Saviour to rain on me
I need someone to raise me up
And take away my shame
Why did it have to be you?
Why did such a pure spotless lamb
Have to die for me?
Why did you care
Even after I rejected him?
This I cried with heartfelt heaviness
And he replied,
“Because I love you.”

Old Poems

Lately, and by lately I mean the past 5-6 months, I have been going through all of my possessions. As a result I have thrown away huge bags full of things I was keeping simply because I had at one point in time had a kind of emotional attachment to them. A part of this great massacre of clutter were my papers. I had papers with writing and ideas on them from when I first started to write in the fourth grade. That’s a lot of paper and I’m sure you can imagine the way my room looked coated in all those papers. Well, I am currently coming through one more round of ’weeding’ and I have one more large garbage bag full of papers I have decided to part with. And I’ve found treasures that I desire to keep, such as the poems I am typing out now to post in my blog, which I have progressively wrote over the years.
Anyways, keeping them here is easier than keeping the paper copy.

Love Always,
Cole.

Note all poems with an * beside the title are from years gone by.
Example: *With Heartfelt Heaviness.

Warrior Children

Wrote on July 7, 07

Your heart is deeper than the ocean
And wider than the big blue sky
Your mercy abounds in great measure
Your justice is fair
Your throbbing heart shakes the heavens
It’s pulsing thunders over the earth
Exploding with passion it shakes
It quakes and it desires
Depth of love
Depth of grace
Soothing fears
Washing tears
Purity lingers within every corner
You are a God of absolutes
Absolute truth
Absolute justice
Absolute love
Absolute grace
Absolute redemption
And you are seeking a people
A people who will revel in the beauty of your heart
Who would hold your banner high
And not be ashamed
Who would raise their voices in worship
And not be ashamed
Who would raise their voices in worship
Who would give their lives as praise
Poured out on your love alter
A resurrected warrior people
Whose swords glisten under the Son
Whose eyes demand justice
As they stand firm
As they rout out their enemies
Tearing down and building up strongholds
They scream their battle cry
And the ungodly fear and respect them
They scream their warrior song
And the Almighty protects them
They are warriors drenched in cleansing blood.
And their heart beats in time with the Father’s
Their blood pulses, pushes,
Bursts forth within their veins
Duplicating the Fathers passion
They are one with him
His feet through the nations
His purposed hands through out the earth
They hear his softest whisper
They fear his warrior shout
With reverent fear they enter battle
His authority backs them up
They are his own
Warrior children
Of a Warrior God.

Tidal Wave

Your love is a great ocean
An ocean reaching onto forever
As far as the east is from the west
Your love rages and crashes
Yes, Your love rages intensely

Your love rages for me
Your jealousy swells all around me
Your frustrated screams thunder in my ears
If I’m so desperate for You
If I so desire You,
Then why do I ignore You?
Why are my ears so deaf to Your screams?

You clamp Your hands over Your ears
You squeeze Your eyes shut
As my lukewarm worship burns within You
It races like fire through Your blood
Pulsing pain within Your heart
Lightening pulses within You,
Striking me in my indifference

Your tears plunge
Deep into the ocean of Your love
Tossing me, swallowing me
Within the stormy seas
You want to consume me
Desperately You crave to drown me in Your love
I cry out in agony
I spit my worship in Your face
Struggling, fighting,
Keeping my head above the waters

O’ I know I need to surrender
To sink, to dive
Deeper and deeper
Till I’m consumed by your love.

O’ I know, I know,
I need to give in, to give up
To lose control
But sometimes the fear is so great
Sometimes the fear is so huge
That I need your tidal wave to take me under.

Take me under, take me under
Crash over me
Wash over me
Drown me in your tidal wave

Push me deep into the ocean of your love
I want to breathe it in
To swallow your love
Till I’m drenched in your adoration
Completely one with you

Caught in the flood of Your mercy
Washed in the blood of Your grace
I am overwhelmed by You
Tossed by Your tidal wave
Thrown by waves of Your love
I cry out, ‘Cause I’m desperate.
I’m desperate for Your love.

Under Him

I long to dwell under his wings
Under his authority
Under his blessings
Under the glorious wash of his love
I want to sway and dance beneath his gaze
I want to clasp my hands behind his neck
To gaze into his eyes
O’ to fall under the crashing of his mercy.
To feel his love overwhelming me.
His arms lifting me up
Twirling round and round
His laughter falling all around

I long to reside under his watchful eyes
Under his counsel
Under his guidance
Under his awesome wisdom
I want to speak with his approval
I want to walk carefully in his footprints
To step where he has stepped, to walk as he walked
O’ to live out a life as rich as his
To dedicate my all to God
Walking justly, loving mercy
Total and passionate abandon to you
Swells of your compassion everywhere

I long to live under the power of your blood
Under your healing
Under your favour
Under the wash of your scarlet rain
I want to live with power and authority
I want to speak as one redeemed
To live a life that’s unashamed
O’ to live a life marked by mercy and grace
To reside in your power
Acting on behalf of my righteous Lord
To know that love has purchased me
Rejoicing as a desperate prisoner set free.

May I?

May I sit and talk with you?
May I listen as you share,
Good times, bad times and tears?

May I hold your hand?
May I dance with you
And enjoy the sound of your laughter?

May I speak encouraging words to you?
May I show you that I love you
Through the blood, the pain and the scars?

May I whisper secrets in your ears?
May I entrust to you my heart
So you can bring honour to my name?

May I walk with you awhile?
May I join you in your journey
And advise you where to go?

May I anoint your head with oil?
May I pronounce my blessings over you
And make my favour for you known?

May I lavish my delight upon you?
May I call you my beloved
And hold you in high regards?

May I love you?
May I get to know you?
May I spend time with you?
Don’t you know I desire you?

Harvesters Arise!

Arise Harvesters! Arise O’ Harvesters, Arise!
Arise and answer the cry of your Lord
Arise and touch the heart of your Lord
Arise and grasp his desperation, his desire

The fields are ripe for harvest
Fruits are falling hard and heavy
Deep hunger is mounting
Desperate cries are rising

A table lays waiting
The table is overflowing
Food is falling from the table
Living water is overflowing
Abundance is waiting

The hungry world is crying out
The hungry world is screaming
Their souls know only poverty
Their souls know only want

Where are the harvesters?
They are hungry
The table is overflowing
Feed them

Where are the harvesters?
They are thirsty
Living water is overflowing
Satisfy them

Why have the harvesters abandoned their work?
Why have they dropped their sickles?
Why have they left their fields?
Why do they lay, in silent slumber,
Ignoring the cries of the hungry?

A great harvest is upon them
Greater than they can bear
An overflow of abundance is waiting
The Lord of the Harvest is calling for harvesters

Arise Harvesters! Arise O’ Harvesters, Arise!
Arise and answer the cry of your Lord
Arise and touch the heart of your Lord
Arise and grasp his desperation, his desire

Gather his people to him
Gather his children to him
Raise his Beloved, raise his Church
Raise her so she may raise her voice to bless Him.
To worship Him and to release His glory,
To unleash His beauty
And to take back his dominion

Arise Harvesters! Arise O’ Harvesters, Arise!
Arise and answer the cry of your Lord
Arise and touch the heart of your Lord
Arise and grasp his desperation, his desire

We Hunger

We Hunger
We hunger for You
We hunger
For Your presence
We hunger
For Your goodness
We hunger
For Your glory
We hunger for You

We want to draw near to You
We want to worship You
We want to lift our hands
We want to raise Your name

Cause You are Holy
You are Worthy
And we want more of You
We want more of You

We are hungry
We are hungry
We are hungry for you
We are hungry
We are hungry
We are hungry for you

Fall on us
Dwell in us
Feed us in Your presence, Lord
We want more of you.
Feed us with your love
Wash us in your blood
Anoint us, Anoint us
This is our desire
We want more of you

Feed us, Lord
Feed us, God
Feed your sheep
Lead us to your pasture
And we will follow

This is our desire
Satisfy, satisfy us
Satisfy our hunger

Cause, we are hungry
We are hungry
We are hungry for you
We are hungry
We are hungry
We are hungry for you

Worthy is the Lamb

Worthy is the Lamb that was slain
Holy is the Lamb that was slain
Worthy is the Lamb of God
Worthy, he’s so worthy

The power of his blood washes over us
The anointing of his blood pours over us
And we rejoice in his downpour
We shout praises in the torrent
Because we know his blood is powerful
We know his anointing cleanses us

Worthy is the Lamb that was slain
Holy is the Lamb that was slain
Worthy is the Lamb of God
Worthy, he’s so worthy

We look and we see him
We witness him in his glory
And we worship him
We raise our voices
We lift our hands
We sing on our faces
We praise his Holy name

Worthy is the Lamb that was slain
Holy is the Lamb that was slain
Worthy is the Lamb of God
Worthy, he’s so worthy

Do You See...

Do you see the glorious splendour
Do you see the majestic grace
Which crowns his precious brow

Do you see the mighty glory
Do you see the beauty
Which encircles his beautiful feet

Do you see the awesome lightning’s
Do you see the powerful strength
Which resides within his eyes

Do you see the gentle goodness
Do you see the gracious love
Which streams forth from his hands

Do you see the outstanding honour
Do you see the fearsome brilliance
Which pulses from his mouth

Do you see the power, the might
Do you see the righteous love
Which throbs within his heart

Do you see that he is beautiful
Beautiful, so beautiful
Beautiful beyond compare

Do you see that he is glorious
Glorious, so glorious
Glorious beyond compare

O’ how beautiful,
O’ how glorious,
Is our precious Lord
Who’s beautiful face shines upon us
Who’s glorious favour robes us in blessing

Open Up The Heavens

Open up the Heavens
Throw the shutters wide
Clear a path of blessing
And invite us to reside
Pour down grace and glory
Release to us your beauty,
Emit to us your strength

Open up the Heaven’s
Open Heaven,
O’ Father, Open Heaven
Open Heaven,
Open up the Heaven’s

Open up the Heavens
Tear wide the skies
And let your glory fall
Show your face to us
Reveal your beautiful, beautiful face
Amaze us with your beauty
Release to us it’s strength

Open up the Heaven’s
Open Heaven,
O’ Father, Open Heaven
Open Heaven,
Open up the Heaven’s

Open up the Heavens
Beckon us inside
Call us to your side
Dare us to press further
Spur us forward in our fight
We desire your blessings
We crave your sweet release

Open up the Heaven’s
Open Heaven,
O’ Father, Open Heaven
Open Heaven,
Open up the Heaven’s

Open up the Heavens
We are running to your side
Embrace us in our desire
And tell us what you decide
Teach us Holy Spirit
Bless us precious God
We want the Heaven’s Open

Open up the Heaven’s
Open Heaven,
O’ Father, Open Heaven
Open Heaven,
Open up the Heaven’s

Tell Me When It's Over

Tell me when it's over.
Tell me when I can lift my head and smile.
Tell me when the winter winds stop raging.
When the seas stop churning black and eerie,
And thunder doesn't split the sky.
Tell me when the peace has settled.
When the storm has come and gone
When I can stand upright
To dance and to sing without the fear of scorn.
Tell me when you, in your power,
Have settled on your rightful throne
Tell me that I am your own.

I am cold,
I am wet and worn,
Weary of the raging storm
Sick of the tossing of the waves
The rolling of the currents
The threat of death and life without you,
Tell me when it's over.
Tell me when victory splits the veil
Tell me when your power soothes and warns
Tell me when you hold the keys to life and death

Tell me so I can praise you,
Tell me so I can pour sweet incense on your feet
And bless your ears with jubilee
Tell me so I can sink,
Deeper and deeper,
Until I'm drowning in the wash of your blood,
Enveloped in the depth of your love
Tell me my Salvation has come
Tell me the scourge is over
When the blight has ceased and praises consume the skies
Tell me when it's over
And I can be your own.

The Kiss

A sense of passionate obligation
Soaked in pure delight
So close and yet so far
She lays asleep, her door ajar
As restlessly, recklessly he paces
Desiring her delight
Craving her company
Yearning to reach her in the night
His bare feet
Longing with tense anticipation
Were ready to run
Ready to be caught up in the passion
That would carry him closer to her
He wanted to run
To flood her chambers with light
To embrace her warmly
And lavish his love upon her
To pull her up and dance with her
Taking pleasure in the sound of her laughter
O' to pour annointed oil upon her head
To watch it run in golden ropes
Crowning her with his love
Declaring her his beloved
O' to feel her arms clasp round his neck
Her forehead resting on his shoulder
Comfortable as he held her
Satisfied and delighted in his presence
O' to have her know his love and to love him
To kiss her lips and to leave her craving more
To have her as his own
His feet could stay no longer
And he ran to meet her in her chambers
To woo her in her dreams
To tease her lips with whispered kisses
To draw her feet to dance
Her heart to love
And her spirit deeper into his arms
Where he could hold her close
Where he could release to her the passion
Of a Holy kiss.

Vision

I see angels,
I see demons,
I see hate
And I see love

My vision is so blurry
I see distortion, fear, confusion
Though I strain I cannot see
My eyes will not see,

In the night season I watch them
They haunt me in my dreams
And blind my eyes
I cannot turn my vision from them

I see their weapons clashing, crashing
Always victorious over me
I am ensnared in their battle
And I see what they want me to see

I cry for freedom
Freedom to hate, or freedom to love
The freedom to look and to see what’s above
In desperation I cry for freedom.

I want freedom and so I reach
I lift hands stained with earth and blood
Battle stained hands lifted up
And through the dark his hands grasp mine

I feel his warm hands,
Sticky with blood
And I turn my blind eyes towards Him
Demanding that he lift me up

He raises me
Drawing me close
And cradles my face in his hands
As he so gently kisses my blind eyes

Tenderly he rubs my eyelids with his bloody thumb
And I revel in His compassion as I open my eyes to see
And view his face,
Broken and bloody, but alive with a smile

Within his eyes I see my reflection
Within his eyes I see freedom
Within his eyes I see desire
And I know what is above

Move

My feet beneath me are paralysed in fear
My arms are strapped so tightly to my sides
I cannot move and so I lay
I want to move and so I pray

Move me Lord
Move me God

Freedom, cry freedom
Freedom for my feet
Freedom, cry freedom
Freedom, for my arms

Like David I dance
I twist, I leap, I sway
As Josiah sought you for your way
I will seek to move your way

I will run where you tell me to run
I will jump when you tell me to jump
I will give you everything

Everything Lord, all of me
Everything God, all my days.

Go Forth

I will go where you lead me
I will follow when you speak
I will grab your hands
And seek your face
I am willing to go forth in your name

But these deaf ears of mine
Have me begging for a neon sign
And I don’t know where to go.
But you will open wide my deaf ears
You will pour the waters of the deep into me
And never let me go

Lord speak to me
God call my name
Tell me I am yours again
Cause my world is black,
I feel under attack
And your voice seems absent in my pain
So, lift my eyes to see you once again
And fill my ears with thunder,
Cause I’m slipping under

Resurrect me
Lift up and grasp me to your chest
Raise me and whisper blessings in my ears
And I will praise you
With words that have been strengthened
Acute words strengthened by the storm
Cutting words read from the pages of my heart
Torn from the conviction of my love for you
Resurrect me Lord, resurrect me
Raise me higher, draw me closer

The Song of the Prophet

In the dusty and baron land
His sandals raise no dust
Around his footprints
Is crying, cracked ground
But where he steps
There is abundant life.
HOLY! HOLY! HOLY!
Is our God who’s feet spread blessing.
HOLY! HOLY! HOLY!
Is our God who’s voice commands honour.
HOLY! HOLY! HOLY!
Is our KING and his KINGDOM
He is awesome
He is strong and mighty
He is awesome
His love endures forever and his promises are good.
His promises are good
We receive them! We receive them!
We receive your promises!
We believe them! We believe them!
We believe your promises!
You do not lie Lord, You do not lie!
Your promises are good.
Good, good, good, good,
Your promises are good.
HOLY! HOLY! HOLY!
Is our God who’s feet spread blessings.
HOLY! HOLY! HOLY!
Is our God who’s voice commands honour.
HOLY! HOLY! HOLY!
Is our KING and his KINGDOM

Generation of Blessing

“…Father God please give me the words to bless the older generation. Give me the words to bless my parents and my parents parent’s. Father give me the words that I need to demonstrate the picture you have given to me in my head. Manifest the words Lord. I see a conversation, I see an embrace, I see a mighty army who is repentant, who is passionate and draws strength from your might. I see a conversation between this army Lord, this generation, my generation, and the older generation, the generation that has raised us up, that has claimed us Lord, and that has yearned for us to be manifested within the earth. Lord I see this conversation. I see this conversation between You and this blessed older generation. I see their desires which are your desires and I see them claiming it. I see them fighting for us. And I see them overcoming, this is a battle that You will win for them. Their children shall bless them. So Lord share with me the words of this conversation, Lord give me the words to assure them of their victory. Give me the words to encourage them in their battle. Give me the words Lord, just give me the words. Thank you…”


He is bowed
Prostrate on the floor of the throne room.
He is humbled
Repentant for his sins and made pure.
He is grieved
And his tears fall hard and heavy.
He is Father
And his prayers are forever in the ears of God.

She is bowed
Prostrate on the floor of the throne room.
She is humbled
Repentant for her sins and made pure.
She is grieved
And her tears fall hard and heavy.
She is mother
And her prayers are forever in the ears of God.

Father, Mother together
Kneeling, crying, praying.
Father, Mother together
Safe within the arms of God.
Father, Mother together
Fighting while darkness is rising.Holding back the advances of evil .
Holding on to those they love.

Christ is in Heaven.
Christ is within them.
Christ is on the throne,
And He desires to bless them.

Robed in glory he approaches,
Robed in splendour he drops to his knees
And gathers them to his chest.

The generations are joining
The generations are merging
The generations are one
They are ONE
They are ONE
They are ONE
The generations have joined
The generations have merged
The generations are one

One body, one whole body
One body, one whole body

What is the hand without the arm?
What is the foot without the leg?
What is the ear without the head?
What is the heart without the lungs?
What are the lungs without the blood?

One body, one whole body
One body, one whole body

Sometimes

Sometimes
When I’m quiet and still
When I lean into God’s will
I feel the touch that calms my soul
That soothes my mind
That cradles my body
And steals the chill from my circumstances.

Sometimes
When I sing and shout
When I clap my hands and cry
I feel the impact of God’s smile
I hear his laughter flooding my soul
I hear his music echoing in my mind
Entering my feet and moving my body to dance as God designs
As I declare victory over all my battles.

Sometimes
When I’m broken and desperate
When I’m alone, scared and crying out
I pray and I hear no answer
I cry and I receive no relief
And the hope I cling to in you is a hope I can’t seem to find
Yet this absence is deceiving
Your love is eternal and monumental
You never leave my side.

So Sometimes
When I’m quiet and still
Sometimes
When I sing and shout
Sometimes when I’m broken and desperate
I remember your faithfulness and I embrace your love for me
You are worthy of my praise, my Lord, the Rock of my Salvation

More

How come when I speak to you, you leave me needing to hear more?
Your words, alive yet dead, leave me wondering alone
What pain is hidden deep inside?
Is it in the place your loneliness resides where your soul crawls to die?
You’re there but you’re not there
You’re spirit wrestling with your mind, knocks your body out of line
And I so want to know you as the person God designed
Have you ever truly known love?
Have you truly ever felt alive?
Or have your secrets always tripped you up inside?
I don’t know your story I only see your face
Only witness your act
But I hear you speak with words unheard
I hear you cry in a language I have spoken
So often I have spoken too few words
Alive, yet dead inside, I scream
Hidden in my pain, my loneliness.
My spirit wrestling with my mind, had knocked my body out of line
And all I desired was for someone to notice,
To care and to miss me, for the girl I was, was no where to be found
So maybe my intent is selfish
To help myself as I help you
To ease my loneliness as I ease yours
But I hear you and you leave me needing to hear more.

Burden Breaker

When I am bent and broken
And my back is burdened under a load I cannot carry
You come to me
You walk beside me as I walk the road of treacherous thorns
You cry with me as I stumble
As my feet become broken, bruised and sore
Gently You touch my shoulder
Your eyes alive with tears
You take in the twisted, crippled form that is my back
You know I cannot stand up and meet your eyes
My burden has cast me low
I am unwittingly, yet rightfully bowed low
Your love for me in my bent and broken state is the burden which You carry
And the weight of it upon Your shoulder has cast you down to my level
I can meet Your eyes as You stumble,
Tripping as You walk beside me on this path
You speak with me as we walk
You listen to me as we talk
You cry with me as I share the pain of the burden I am shouldering
And You beg me to let You take my burdens
But I grasp onto them all the tighter
How can I let go of something that I have been carrying for so long?
You have your own burden to carry I protest
My burden would be too much for you to carry
You grunt under the pressure of Your load and I cast my eyes away
“My love”
You say
“I am a strong man,
Do you not see my hands?
They are weathered, capable and strong
I am a carpenter by trade
A man of strength and aggression
I have harvested mighty cedars since my youth
Cut them down in the fullness of their glory
With my hands tightly gripped around the handle of my axe.
Do you not see my feet?
I have traveled many miles upon the scorched desert sand
The skin of my feet does not tear easily
They are callused and strong.
And do you not recognize the tenderness of my heart?
Do you not realize that you are the burden I carry?
Do you not know that I cry when you cry?
I hurt when you hurt?
And do you not know that my love for you
Causes me to bow low and meet your eyes?
Love, I am the burden breaker
I am the back onto which burdens come to die
In me you can find freedom
And in me will find love
If you desire to relieve my burden child,
Then stand upright and give me yours.”

Freedom Rings

In the darkness, in the deep despairing place
Where the burden wears me down
Causing me to trip and to fall
I cry aloud
I scream in anguish and I gasp for air
The stench of this place in drawn into my lungs
I cough and I choke
Where are you Lord?
Where are you in this place?
In my despair I cry for you
In my anguish I hope to hear your voice
I hope to know your love
And then you come and your glory doesn't crack the sky
You come and not a single person stirs within their sleep.
In humility you coo and cry
In humility you live and die
As our high priest clothed in purity you enter the holy of holies
We listen, breath held, palms sweating
To the ringing of the bells along your garment hem
We listen, breath held, palms sweating
As you plead for our redemption before God
As you offer up sacrifices before the Lord God Most High
We listen and we wonder
Then the sounds of the bells stop ringing and we stand silent with baited breath
Death is a certain threat when dealing with the Lord Our God
We wait as a minute passes
As another goes by we pray, silent and earnest
And then the third minute begins
We count down the seconds,
Our hands gripping the rope to pull out the body of our perished priest
5-4-3-2-
Resounding thunder fills the air as God's glory cracks the sky
The temple veil is torn in half
And freedom rings loud and clear on the hem of our high priests robe.

Apparition

I saw an apparition of myself
An age old face and tale
She stood outside a crowded house behind a golden veil
And tears were running down her face
Yes tears cascading splashed
And stained her spotless gown of gold
Causing it to rust and crack
Far from all she stood in fear
Far from all she prayed
Unwilling that her spotless gown be made a paupers rag
And from those who saw and did their best
To embrace her hidden pain
To ease her loneliness and fear
To break her heavy chains
She ran…

She ran and threw herself off of a muddy cliff
Then down and down and down she fell
Her bones all out of joint
And no one sought her
No one caught her
For all had turned away
All had given up
For no one could embrace the girl behind the veil of gold
All alone, so lonely
She lay enthroned in mud
Her body bruised and broken
Her dignity clear torn away
Her might, her valour broken
As she lay and mourned the day.

She had rejected with words unspoken
Lacking mercy, grace and love
She had run and come undone
Held fear in close regards
And now lay isolated
Broken and degraded
Dead to all who knew her
Dead to all she was
Then hope embraced her greatly
A hand reached from above
And with resurrection power
Softly picked her up
Carefully, so gently
He replaced her bones to joint
Carefully, so gently
He wiped the mud away
He blessed
And He softly kissed her lips
Blessed, Holy, Pure
He named her
Blessed, Holy, Pure
And set upon her forehead a defining Holy seal
He filled her mouth with music
He filled her heart with love
And He sent her out.

Be hope to the hopeless
Love to the unloved
Truth to lying tongues
Embrace the unbeliever
Hold the stained, the bruised and unloved
Fear not the scourge of tarnish
Fear not the risk of stain
For all will fear and tremble
At the sound of your Father’s name
And all your faults are forgiven
In the wash of his scarlet rain.

This Monster

Here I sit
Cold and alone on the hard concrete
Feeling foolish yet remaining simply to cater to the appetite of pride
My mistakes have snared me
Snatched me up and thrown me down
But though I know you hear
Though I know you forgive
In stubborn pride I sit
Pen and paper in hand
Cold and alone on the hard concrete
How many times have I sat here?
How many times have I fed this brutal monster?
This monster who clamps it’s jaws around my life
Who sucks the life blood from my veins
And is never satisfied
Must I run this track for 40 years before I realize
Before I cease to feed my pride and crush his head instead?
His devices are not so powerful
His tactics are old and frail
Will I remain mistress to pride
Or will humility prevail?

Fresh Worship

Bound in chains,
Cast beneath the heavy weight of earth
Brittle bones jutting from rotting flesh
Piercing white and harsh angles
Captive to death,
Stolen from life,
Suffocating, gasping; with eyes open wide
The weight of the earth crushing down on my side

I am the bones and I am the flesh
And meshed with the spirit
I shall breathe with His breath.
His whisper shall waken the beat of my heart
His shout shall arouse a victorious clout
His power shall weave through my bones,
Through my flesh
And I shall stand upright and breathe my first breath.

In Him I claimed victory
In Him I claimed life
Though entrenched in the battle
I have since lost my life
Now weary, now broken,
Now bruised and now torn,
I surrender my life,
I fail to give glory to the crown I have worn

Soaking in the blood of the sacrifice
I shall arise from death
I shall arise and breathe brand new breath
I shall arise with new bone, with new flesh
My heart shall awaken and beat in my chest
Rhythm shall pulse through my bones and my flesh
Giving life to my body
Claiming victory from death