Thud, thud, thud goes your tail,
a plume of black fur,
waving in the air like some giant feather duster,
a sign of bounteous happiness,
a dog's life, bringing joy to all.
Friday, 25 March 2011
NARRATIVES
Celebration and joy as heaven interlocks with earth.
We, taken up into God's story,
His, coming down to earth,
down to earth in His Son, the only ever Living One.
The only one where King and Bride live for ever side by side.
Emanuel, God with us.
We, taken up into God's story,
His, coming down to earth,
down to earth in His Son, the only ever Living One.
The only one where King and Bride live for ever side by side.
Emanuel, God with us.
MASTERPIECE
Emanuel, King in residence with His people,
so heaven will rule on earth,
so light will shine on all,
creation restored.
What is man?
Apprentices of a loving Craftsman,
those in whom He greatly delights,
sharing His pain and sorrow as He looks on broken earth,
sharing His joy to see His masterpiece restored,
daily little 'Christs' bringing life and love to all its parts.
And God said 'it is good, very good'.
Proverbs 8
so heaven will rule on earth,
so light will shine on all,
creation restored.
What is man?
Apprentices of a loving Craftsman,
those in whom He greatly delights,
sharing His pain and sorrow as He looks on broken earth,
sharing His joy to see His masterpiece restored,
daily little 'Christs' bringing life and love to all its parts.
And God said 'it is good, very good'.
Proverbs 8
Sunday, 20 March 2011
GENTLE SERVANT
Heaven touches earth with every gentle touch,
'I see you' it says.'You matter.
God's image here on earth.
What of our feet He washed, even greater gentle touch?
The Servant of His people, down on bended knee.
The service of a servant at a feast that spoke of joy.
Coming joy inspired His service, despising coming shame.
That of the Suffering Servant, God's rescue to proclaim.
The Last Supper, as described by John.
'I see you' it says.'You matter.
God's image here on earth.
What of our feet He washed, even greater gentle touch?
The Servant of His people, down on bended knee.
The service of a servant at a feast that spoke of joy.
Coming joy inspired His service, despising coming shame.
That of the Suffering Servant, God's rescue to proclaim.
The Last Supper, as described by John.
Wednesday, 16 March 2011
HEAVEN COME TO EARTH
God's joy has always reached down to man.
Without our fall how would we know?
He creates out of joy
and re-creates with even more.
'Joy of heaven to earth come down',
the angels'chorus of peace,goodwill.
The heart of God's pleasure and that of His Son
to redeem His children and bring them home.
Small wonder He calls us to rejoice
and fills our stores with love divine,
redeeming man our calling too.
a rescue plan to make all new.
Luke 2 vs 14
Without our fall how would we know?
He creates out of joy
and re-creates with even more.
'Joy of heaven to earth come down',
the angels'chorus of peace,goodwill.
The heart of God's pleasure and that of His Son
to redeem His children and bring them home.
Small wonder He calls us to rejoice
and fills our stores with love divine,
redeeming man our calling too.
a rescue plan to make all new.
Luke 2 vs 14
Tuesday, 15 March 2011
WORDS
Words must drive men forth from their caves
and so to the market place of ideas.
Some choose to return to their cave.
Others take a ship to far-off places.
and so to the market place of ideas.
Some choose to return to their cave.
Others take a ship to far-off places.
THE DANCE
Man is God's poem in whom he delights,
now fallen, distorted by sin.
What of the dance, the rejoicing of joy?
Is it only death and decay?
No wait.
There's Another, the Lord of the Dance,
One in whom He delights and loves well.
Born to restore the form of God's poem
through death but that of His own.
Life out of death, like spring in the bud,
a new dance for all with all joy.
A new garment for those who will dance with the Lord,
the King who has come for His own.
Zephaniah 3 vs 17
now fallen, distorted by sin.
What of the dance, the rejoicing of joy?
Is it only death and decay?
No wait.
There's Another, the Lord of the Dance,
One in whom He delights and loves well.
Born to restore the form of God's poem
through death but that of His own.
Life out of death, like spring in the bud,
a new dance for all with all joy.
A new garment for those who will dance with the Lord,
the King who has come for His own.
Zephaniah 3 vs 17
ETERNAL LIFE
I am no quiet muse of a dispassionate kind,
an unfeeling spectator of men's lives,
but one who speaks to hold aloft
a torch,
that other eyes may light upon the truth,
the Way to life of an eternal kind.
an unfeeling spectator of men's lives,
but one who speaks to hold aloft
a torch,
that other eyes may light upon the truth,
the Way to life of an eternal kind.
Thursday, 10 March 2011
HEROES
We hear of heroes passing through,
dumb men who cannot see
nor hear acclaim.
If blood be shed to curb that blood be shed,
for whose blood do they die?
For what traverse that stony land so far away,
where death lies wait at every step they take?
Their camp so different
to our pastures green and quilted luxury.
Where are their thoughts,
their bodies settling in the dust,
perhaps to sleep awhile?
What waits the morning?
To be that dust in one short day?
dumb men who cannot see
nor hear acclaim.
If blood be shed to curb that blood be shed,
for whose blood do they die?
For what traverse that stony land so far away,
where death lies wait at every step they take?
Their camp so different
to our pastures green and quilted luxury.
Where are their thoughts,
their bodies settling in the dust,
perhaps to sleep awhile?
What waits the morning?
To be that dust in one short day?
Monday, 7 March 2011
LOVE OF FRIENDSHIP
I tip-toe softly round the solace of another's touch,
which breathes new life into my love,
and seek new words of joy
as 'golden apples in a frame of silver set'.
But quiet, quiet it is not to be,
That love so dear to woman's heart.
It wears another garb by name of friend,
and bears yet fruit that all may see
the life love brings.
which breathes new life into my love,
and seek new words of joy
as 'golden apples in a frame of silver set'.
But quiet, quiet it is not to be,
That love so dear to woman's heart.
It wears another garb by name of friend,
and bears yet fruit that all may see
the life love brings.
THE MAZE OF LIFE
Pondering into poetry set,
emotions free to flow.
Using reason yet,
to reach the higher peaks,
to gaze upon the maze below.
emotions free to flow.
Using reason yet,
to reach the higher peaks,
to gaze upon the maze below.
CRAFTING A NEW LIFE
Plucked, an over-ripe apple from the tree
Fit only to sit quietly on the side-lines of life,
A spectator
Musing over past failings
It was a sad sight.
But not for long. A sign from heaven,
A thought from the past took root.
A voice
For one who loves to speak.
Life returned, I lifted my head.
Hard work followed, a new skill acquired.
Those who thought my speech too quiet,
A surprise
A soothing voice to reach the many.
I spread my wings, took flight,
A new course to follow.
A joy,
For those who had less light,
A 'Silver Lining' for tomorrow.
Fit only to sit quietly on the side-lines of life,
A spectator
Musing over past failings
It was a sad sight.
But not for long. A sign from heaven,
A thought from the past took root.
A voice
For one who loves to speak.
Life returned, I lifted my head.
Hard work followed, a new skill acquired.
Those who thought my speech too quiet,
A surprise
A soothing voice to reach the many.
I spread my wings, took flight,
A new course to follow.
A joy,
For those who had less light,
A 'Silver Lining' for tomorrow.
LIVING WORDS
The thoughts of men lie hidden,
known only to themselves.
They need a voice, a word
to drive them forth for all to know,
to stand or fall,
to live or die,
maybe ever more to lie
in memory of some noble deed.
known only to themselves.
They need a voice, a word
to drive them forth for all to know,
to stand or fall,
to live or die,
maybe ever more to lie
in memory of some noble deed.
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