An ache in the heart of man,
he knows not where it's from,
nature groaning too.
From where will healing come?
Hope for life anew?
Some walked with the Son of Life,
saw redemption in His eyes,
heard it flowing from His lips,
speaking of life anew.
Life passed through death for life to come.
His friends no longer near,
the anger both of God and men,
desolation in His cry,
declaring yet for God from hell.
One has gone before to open up the way.
Life in the midst of death,
Joy in the midst of pain,
the healing come to man
and bring him home again.
'As the Father has sent me so send I you.'
John 20 vs 21
Sunday, 11 September 2011
Friday, 19 August 2011
FAERIE LAND
We both Faerieland were seeking.
Recognising this, we joined hand to hand
To sustain and enchant the path we walk,
A walk to Faerieland.
Sunday, 29 May 2011
SMILES
We are people from another world,
Our being more than dust.
Crown of creation, the breath of God,
His spirit sent to dwell in us.
God smiled when He created all,
'It is good' He said,
Delight in man called forth a joy,
As He walked and talked with us.
We turned from that smile to find our joy
in life apart from Him.
our smiles only for ourselves,
and so unseen by Him
Called to create, to bring Him joy,
to rule with joy o'er all
we sought to find a meaning still
but lost that which made our soul.
God warned of death, the loss of soul,
that which was His own.
Deaf and blind to that which made us man.
we lost both life and throne.
No longer smiles, for man nor God.
A sadness, deep despair,
And then a note of hope, of life to come,
arose and filled the air.
Someone to redeem both world and man
Both precious in God's sight.
A plan before time began
but now brought to light.
Blood would be shed to cancel sin,
Remove the stains, the guilt, the shame
New man would rise to take his place.
A king to rule, renewing all,
Reflecting God by grace.
Ephesians 1
Our being more than dust.
Crown of creation, the breath of God,
His spirit sent to dwell in us.
God smiled when He created all,
'It is good' He said,
Delight in man called forth a joy,
As He walked and talked with us.
We turned from that smile to find our joy
in life apart from Him.
our smiles only for ourselves,
and so unseen by Him
Called to create, to bring Him joy,
to rule with joy o'er all
we sought to find a meaning still
but lost that which made our soul.
God warned of death, the loss of soul,
that which was His own.
Deaf and blind to that which made us man.
we lost both life and throne.
No longer smiles, for man nor God.
A sadness, deep despair,
And then a note of hope, of life to come,
arose and filled the air.
Someone to redeem both world and man
Both precious in God's sight.
A plan before time began
but now brought to light.
Blood would be shed to cancel sin,
Remove the stains, the guilt, the shame
New man would rise to take his place.
A king to rule, renewing all,
Reflecting God by grace.
Ephesians 1
Sunday, 15 May 2011
MEANING OF LIFE
The world not perfect yet,
Though maybe precious still,
Precious too, those who enrich it.
Using all their skill.
Though maybe precious still,
Precious too, those who enrich it.
Using all their skill.
Saturday, 30 April 2011
MADE TO REIGN
Each wedding royal, king and queen at the feast,
to rule God's creation, bringing praises to Him.
Praises from nature, each adding its theme.
An anthem of glory to bring to its King.
Godly fruit called forth, multiplying praise,
A fruit bringing joy,
abundance for Him, maker of all.
A garden to walk in with man without sin.
Man turned from his Maker, having thoughts of his own,
to rule as he pleased, even over his soul.
This never was his and died without Him
whose breath called forth life to rule over all.
Tree of Life now forbidden to nourish his soul.
Thrust out of the garden, no hope of return.
Was this the end, no hope at all?
Was God yet Redeemer and Maker as well?
Perhaps Redeemer the name He loves best,
Saviour of men, loving them yet.
A king who died so that slaves can now reign,
Reign by His side as glorified men.
Genesis 3
to rule God's creation, bringing praises to Him.
Praises from nature, each adding its theme.
An anthem of glory to bring to its King.
Godly fruit called forth, multiplying praise,
A fruit bringing joy,
abundance for Him, maker of all.
A garden to walk in with man without sin.
Man turned from his Maker, having thoughts of his own,
to rule as he pleased, even over his soul.
This never was his and died without Him
whose breath called forth life to rule over all.
Tree of Life now forbidden to nourish his soul.
Thrust out of the garden, no hope of return.
Was this the end, no hope at all?
Was God yet Redeemer and Maker as well?
Perhaps Redeemer the name He loves best,
Saviour of men, loving them yet.
A king who died so that slaves can now reign,
Reign by His side as glorified men.
Genesis 3
Sunday, 24 April 2011
A STORY FOR THE WORLD
The world needs a story of an eternal kind,
to lift us from darkness,
the darkness of mind which threatens to undo us,
us and all mankind.
Justice and beauty flee,
lives lashed by sudden chaos.
Change we neither choose nor understand,
a chaos of its own.
Oh for a calm voice and steadying hand,
like He who stilled the sea,
commanding with compassion,
bringing order out of chaos,
working only for our good.
God has always been thus.
It is our eyes that are blind,
our ears deaf to hear Him,
our hearts dull to love of an eternal kind.
We do not heed His story,
Whose death brings joy anew; His rising, life eternal:
A heart new to love Him, a spirit new to serve
in a world which now can flourish.
through the beauty of man's soul.
'He that hath ears to hear, let him hear.'
to lift us from darkness,
the darkness of mind which threatens to undo us,
us and all mankind.
Justice and beauty flee,
lives lashed by sudden chaos.
Change we neither choose nor understand,
a chaos of its own.
Oh for a calm voice and steadying hand,
like He who stilled the sea,
commanding with compassion,
bringing order out of chaos,
working only for our good.
God has always been thus.
It is our eyes that are blind,
our ears deaf to hear Him,
our hearts dull to love of an eternal kind.
We do not heed His story,
Whose death brings joy anew; His rising, life eternal:
A heart new to love Him, a spirit new to serve
in a world which now can flourish.
through the beauty of man's soul.
'He that hath ears to hear, let him hear.'
Thursday, 14 April 2011
VOICES
We all hear voices,
Voices from another room.
Another home we knew once well,
When God dwelt among His own.
Now far from home,
Through choice of our own,
Fugitives, forever seeking
The home once lost, lost to us all.
The mark of Cain, a killer of men.
Angry with God,
Bringing works of his hands,
Thorns and weeds held at bay.
But no pleasure from God who sought death of a life,
The lamb yet to come.
What voices we hear?
Beauty and justice, drawing us near.
The life of the Spirit, the love of true man,
Calling us back to begin once again.
New man in Christ, always part of God's plan,
At home forever, reigning with Him.
Voices from another room.
Another home we knew once well,
When God dwelt among His own.
Now far from home,
Through choice of our own,
Fugitives, forever seeking
The home once lost, lost to us all.
The mark of Cain, a killer of men.
Angry with God,
Bringing works of his hands,
Thorns and weeds held at bay.
But no pleasure from God who sought death of a life,
The lamb yet to come.
What voices we hear?
Beauty and justice, drawing us near.
The life of the Spirit, the love of true man,
Calling us back to begin once again.
New man in Christ, always part of God's plan,
At home forever, reigning with Him.
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