Thursday, 6 August 2015

My Declaration (I am His)

I have strength
I am brave 
I'm protected 
I am saved 

I have hope
I can fight
In the darkness
I am light

I have peace
I am calm
I am resting
In His arms

I have life
I can see
I have wisdom
I am free

I have faith
I am kind
I'm in control
Of my mind

I have worth
I am blessed
I have power
I have rest

I have gifts
I am seen
I have purpose
I have dreams

I have love
I have trust
I am righteous
I am just

I have more 
Than all this
He is mine
I am His

All I have
All I am
I surrender
To His hands

I have joy
I can shine
I am His
He is mine



Saturday, 13 June 2015

Hope

Sometimes it seems that hope comes and goes,
Leaving nothing but fear and pain.
When it seems hope has left, 
Leaving fear and death,
Remember that hope has a name

Hope is a man, a son and a king
He's saviour, a friend and a lamb.
When you feel hope's deferred,
And your vision is blurred, 
Remember that hope has a plan

Hope walked the earth, he healed the sick,
Lost his life so that you could be saved.
When you can't lift your head,
And hope's all but dead,
Remember that hope left the grave

Hope is alive! In hope you can trust,
Hope has called you to rule and to reign.
When the thief comes to say,
Hope has drifted away,
Remember in hope you remain.

Monday, 25 May 2015

Lord please keep my boy safe
Hide him away from harm
Wrap him up in cotton wool
And hold him in your arms

Oh please guard my sons life
Protect him every day
Don't let him fall or stumble
Or hurt himself I pray

Will you take his sorrows
And dry his tear stained eyes
Save him from disappointment
Comfort him when he cries

Keep his heart from breaking
Don't let him be alone
When evil does surround him
Please bring him quickly home

Could he live in safety?
No hair harmed on his head?
I'd rather all his trials
Were laid on me instead

These days it seems my heart 
Is walking next to me
Though I want to keep him safe
I have to set him free

I know that in this life
We all must scale some walls
If he's to stand on mountains
He'll have to face the falls

So Lord protect my child
Keep close to him I pray
Please teach me how to love him
With peace and joy each day

Tuesday, 7 April 2015

Who are you calling a freak?

Here is a new poem. It should be read through twice ideally.  Hopefully it speaks for itself. 

Who are you calling a freak?
And rolling your eyes, wondering
How can anyone be so weak?

Who have you been putting down?
Silently judging, disgusted
Whilst shaking your head with a frown

Who are you pushing away?
Closing your heart to, rejecting
And doubting their value today?

To whom are you so unkind?
Calling them ugly, repulsive
Their beauty refusing to find?

Why can't you see who you are?
Loved deeply, chosen, accepted
A treasure stored in a clay jar.

Look at yourself through his eyes
Knowing you fully, completely
He loved you so much He would die

When will you see the lambs blood
Understand that in your repenting
Your guilt's washed away in the flood

See now, you are a treasure 
Worthy, created, amazing
Unique and loved beyond measure 







Sunday, 1 March 2015

The Bag

This week in my small church group we were asked to pick an item from a bag and see if there was anything we felt God was saying to us through the item. I felt immediately God tell me to pick the bag itself, so I did! (After awkwardly tipping the contents out!)  Here is the word he gave me (and you!?)...

A bag on your shoulder
A weight on your back
Dragging life's burdens 
Around in a sack

A bag that I gave you
You filled it yourself 
But gifts I intended
You've left on the shelf

You're carrying troubles
You're carrying shame
And fear for loved ones
You picked up in vain

So the moment has come
To unpack these things
And feel the lightness
That freedom can bring

And as the bag empties
You will start to see
I gave it so you
Could hold more of Me

A season is coming 
So prepare your heart
Now let's use the bag 
As I planned from the start

Friday, 27 February 2015

Walking on water

Our church pastor is an amazing artist. He recently painted a beautiful picture and as I watched him paint, over the course of a few weeks (during a church service), I felt God gave me this poem.  I will try and get a photo of the painting when I can. The poem needed finishing, and now I think it is...

I'm stepping out this vessel
Upon the violent waves
I'll leave my doubts behind me
For it's your truth that saves

I'm walking on the water
I'm following your lead
Your path my feet will follow
As from my fears I'm freed

I know your voice is calling 
Your arms are open wide
And nothing in this dark world
Can pull me from your side

I hear your gentle whisper
Above the stormy seas
You tell me I can do this
Your promise carries me

The spray obscures my vision
I see you through the haze
And find my peace and vict'ry
Are held there in your gaze

Those moments when I doubt you
You'll just reach out your hand
To pull me from the water
And in your grace I'll stand 

Together we can do this
The dream won't let me sleep
And so I'm stepping out now
It's time to take the leap

Edited April 2015 after a preach from my pastors wife helped me to finish it off.

Wednesday, 25 February 2015

Frustration

Laying on this cold hard floor
What else is there to do?
I've called your name, I'm waiting 
All my heart wants is you

I'm feeble, lost and hopeless
I only need your touch
I don't know what to give you
When you've offered me so much

So desperate just to hear you 
To feel your warm embrace
I've fasted, prayed and worshipped
Yet still you hide your face

I know that I'm not worthy
You said you loved me still
You said if I came empty
My hands and heart you'd fill

So here's my heartfelt promise
In all the joy and pain
With hope for what I don't see
My faith and trust remain

(Because a life of serving
In no part can repay
The sacrifice that you became
On Calvary that day)