River

Rivers rage and crash
They surge and flow
Inspire fear and awe
Appear furious and violent
Rivers ring with laughter
Flow across dappled stones
They beckon and invite
Yes, shamelessly they invite
You weary traveller
To discard your woes
And embrace the waters
Foamy throes.


Really random. Wrote while waiting... For a long time...
Cole.

Teeth.

God there is a cry
There is a wail
Lilting from the throat
Of the jealous beast
It lifts it coy head
And shrieks
To assault the ears of God.
It spits defiance in your face.
And it casts a saddle
Upon the backs of your people.
Prancing in arrogance
It rides them, drives them down.
Feeds upon their suffering,
As their teeth clench and clash
Against the metal of the bit,
Breaking, cracking,
Till they are no longer able to eat
No longer able to sit,
To dine at the banquet you prepare.
And though they crave
The meat of your table,
Your milk is all they can handle.
So they sit in despair
Looking upon the supper of the Lord.
Their bodies withering,
Their tongues crying for a taste.
These your people,
Once great warriors, dear brothers,
Are caught and bound.
God their cries are muted
They go unnoticed.
Amid the shrieks of the beast
They go unheard.
Attune your ear God
To hear the cries of your beloved.
As the pompous beast is casting eyes
Upon the power of heaven.
Jealously eyeing the livelihood,
The inheritance,
Of the sons of God.
As, in his cunning, he casts them low.
Crooning sweet lullabies
He slides the bit between their teeth
Singing sweet anthems in their ears
He digs in his heals
And climbs upon their backs.
Grotesque arrogance is in his grin,
As he ties them hand and foot
And kisses their anointed foreheads
In mockery of their God.
Do not let this travesty continue,
Oh Lord God, Sweet Almighty,
Rise up and call for chariots of fire,
Gird your loins with justice
And lose yourself upon the earth.
Come down in fury and in passion
Your heart pounding after your people.
May the earth resound,
And may your people be stirred
To rise and stand upright.
Casting the brute to the ground
May they dance upon him
Crushing him beneath their feet
As they join in worship
And celebrate the righteousness
Of the Lord God Almighty.
Restore the teeth of your people;
Teeth which were broken,
Ground by the bit of the enemy.
And lead them to your table.
Yes, lead them rejoicing
To your banquet table to eat.

Majesty

Upon your head they placed a crown
And from your scalp there appeared
Majesty.

In your right hand they placed a nail
In your left appeared one matching
And from your hands poured
Majesty.

And in your feet, your precious feet,
Which bore you through your search
Another nail was given.
And from your feet drained
Majesty.

Your body, the dwelling place of God,
A humble living temple.
Thrown in utter disarray
As the violent rending of your body
Drove your pain to fever pitch
Majesty.

Upon your back they forced a cross
And as you fought beneath it
Heart raging inside your chest,
Head pounding,
Skin baking in the scorching sun,
You fell and upon the sand rained
Majesty.

In a garden,
Shielded by the cool of night,
You writhed, distraught, in pain
Grimacing in desperation
You cry out for sweet relief
And fall upon your face in tears
From your eyes surge
Majesty.

Enable Me.

I want to know your ways,
I want to walk in them,
Holy Spirit enable me to walk.

I want to know your truth,
I want to speak your truth,
Holy Spirit enable me to talk.

Enable me to live,
And enable me to love.
Oh Holy Spirit every day,
May I call on you to say,

That I need your strength,
And I need your love.
I need to feel the favour
That you grant to those you love.

I need the power that
Your grace has granted me.
And I need your wisdom
To set the captives free.

Oh, enable me…

Enable me to walk, to live
To love and feel no shame
Enable me to serve and give
As praises due your name.

I want to know your ways,
I want to walk in them,
Holy Spirit enable me to walk.

I want to know your truth,
I want to speak your truth,
Holy Spirit enable me to talk.

Enable me to live,
And enable me to love.
Oh Holy Spirit every day,
Enable me to praise.

Forerunner

He runs across the desert sand
Bare feet burning,
With a message for the masses
Wild eyed,
Crazy,
He lives a life of wild passion
Living as he’s meant to live
Giving as he needs to give
He runs, adrenaline racing
As time slips by like sand

He races through the wilderness
Heart pounding
He throws himself forward
Pushes through the crowds
And raises his voice to shout
‘Repent! For the Messiah is at hand’
Messenger,
Forerunner,
Saddled with knowledge
Bound to great wisdom
Lift your voice still higher.
‘Repent! Repent!’
‘For the Kingdom of God is coming!’

Great humble man
Preparing the way of the Lord
Raise your voice and cry aloud
Proclaim that which is given to you
Cry aloud for righteousness.
Declare righteousness,
Purity, truth, humility
Call for garments purged white.

We smell the sweat upon your brow
We see your peeling skin
You a man of wild origins
Baked by the scorching desert sun
Speak to us,
Rebuke us,
Call us to repentance.
For we hear you.
Our hearts are convicted
Humbled by the righteousness of God
We bow before the throne
And we cry aloud in our repentance.
God make us clean
Buy us with your blood
Upon our faces we speak the word
And we weep,
We cry out for it,
We cry for redemption.
Redeem us Lord.

Oh Holy One of Israel,
Gather your children to you
And release them in your power.
Righteous children robed in glory,
To bring conviction,
To run ahead
And to cry aloud,
‘REPENT!’

Seed

At this spot the spring runs smooth
It spreads thickly across the ground
And it nourishes the soil
It kisses the embedded seed
Breathing inspiration to it’s core
It lies suspended,
Held between what is and what will be.
Agitated by the twisting, pulling
Of the roots that push it deeper.
The roots that hold it steady,
As it waits with baited breath
Anticipating…

The explosion
The eruption
Rends it in two
And it rises to the surface,
Fighting upwards,
Holding tightly to the past
Reaching for destiny.
It springs forth
Coiled too long
It tastes the sweet release
Breath held for far too long
It’s gasping, reaching, pushing
Smelling earth, wanting sky

PUSH!
Feel the sharp intake of air.
The violent breath that is life.
And relish the victory
Celebrate your arrival
But do not stop
Strain to rise higher.
Taste the fragrant air,
But know the trappings of earth
The hold that threatens to overwhelm you.
Fight against it,
Reach to touch the sky.
Strain upwards to kiss the Son.

Walk With Me

A quickly wrote verse that I just liked.
Cole.

Walk With me.

Take my hand
And walk with me
And I will show you
What I see
We’ll gaze across
The desert sand
We’ll peer into
The master’s hand
And in his hand
We will find
A deeper love
Of the dieing kind
Peace and love,
And comfort there
Will meet our ever eager stare.