Bang on the door of consciousness hard as you can
The numbness is sphere-filling, sensation-rebuffing
The sway of glass panes’ finesse are blunt as blues
Your rejoicing over joys coming about makes me roll sullen eyes
Dim mirage to me, your brightest sparks, your fullest bonfires
The stars shine as brightly as dying light devoid of fuel
A universe growing dark without living aim
A whole system, complex pursuits and gains and losses
A mesh-mash of dry crumbs
Give me your best moments, the most sterling of your won accolades
I’ll find them dry as the Sahara’s dust
Whorl wildness, spin cataclysm, recount desperation heightened to lung tops
All of your most fancied tales of hearts pounding hard and breath escaping fast
They’ll never make me twitch an inch, never force me to bat a lid
They’re washing away, faded glories, if ever they were worth much
This is how I feel about becoming excited for these things
Give me a reason to have wide-eyed wonder, to be awed by sights and sounds
I want to live and to be happy in living
Not just to smile at dying dogs and clap at swerving flies

The faith I’ve been handed promises me more
There’s word of hope, a whole new world saturated and overflowing with meaning
One, but all-encompassing; single, but enough
I cannot see it, but they say its there
So I’ve got to get to it
I’ve got to get to Him, or give in to Him
Let Him, the life, have me
Resolving the struggle is what the fight is about
The war’s dénouement is the stage for the last and greatest battle
God, the life I seek is hidden and revealed in You
All I have is nothing but this hope
Something I’ve been handed; a lifeline
I’ll use the rope, the bridge, the route
The path of sacrifice, of gaining all that ever really would be
Giving up my set determination to spit upon life
Letting God be enough, though the road be tough and unwieldy.

Into the depths

Where all your secrets are kept

down,   down,   down

Where all the secrets are kept

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Take courage in the truth

and know that in Christ you are free

If you are willing to obey

fret not, for in Him you are still only a youth

He forgives us from our sins and sets us free?

But what does that mean?

Is it a reality to you?

Do you ever feel shame?

When you dive deep within

Where the secrets are kept?

Do you feel that?

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Shame is a product of sin

And harboring it

Only rots and kills from within

Building walls around those things

Drives you from the truth

Like when Adam hid

Knowing that he felt naked

That is shame

Knowing you have done wrong

and avoiding the discomfort of dealing with it.

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Take courage in the truth

God is calling, are you willing to give in to that call?

Are you tired of hiding?

Are you tired of building the wall,

Around the darkened deep?

Where all the secrets that you keep

like a wedge drive you further, further

Further from the truth?

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from love

from light

from Godly friends

from Godly fellowship

from Our Father in all truth!

If a man will receive his life

he must first give it up.

you can never understand until…

you take his hand

Give it up

And be baptized

Revitalized

And pour His life in you

To those who He calls you to

The age I’m in turns my head about full circle
Sets me to tasks multiple in static time and frenetic pace
Its about clicking boxes and staring at light-space boards
Given to logical forms, algorithmic sense, geometric thought
Rational reductions, cardinal creeds, all modernists’ espoused rules
Its a world of straight science and relative morality
And the trees, though alive and standing, will sway to your eyes’ pleasure
As long as you speak not of a living, Almighty, right and firm
There, you’ll be suddenly silly, wanting decent intellect

The streets are a colourful pastiche of persons, posts and painful pangs
The avenues lined with streaming styles, neon lights, destitute lads
Sky lines, black ground, middle space claimed by in-between movements
All the fight to keep alive
All the fight to keep on fighting
All the flurry to be chanced to flaunt comfort
To be uninhibited by shame whose face is penury
I wonder what they find after all
Pleasure then, is sought in brighter joys where family picnics in fields
Or in infidel dark sides, where desire trumps trust, where lies are wise
In the defrauding of the masses, in the brutal tragedies, in cursing rants
As has ever been
The scraps slap sour, render self-made morals surreal
No matter how long the infinite hark is ignored
Truth stands, and changeable morals change and fade and disappoint
What use is there of creating your life’s meaning
Don’t you, the driver, admit being driven by elements, mere material, no one’s signature?

I have seen the fantastic things that ease our days a bit
The creations of our time, from minds in good motion
They are fine and fit for applause
But not the bland whack of situational gymnastics
Not the pretense of showing off fancy living rules, just to avoid God
Your feigning free-for-all naturalism is practising slavish blindness
Better option: Give in to life unbound by circumstance
God, timeless, immanent, Lord of constant order, gives this certitude

Lord, my Lord,

The God who is My Redeemer

The God who has formed me from the womb

Your hands are filled with wonder

Your mind cultivates the words of life.

My God Jesus Christ, is sensitive to love yet all powerful.

My heart trembles,

momentarily,

when He shows me His unending power.

Like a freshly crumpled piece of paper

Inching . .

It’s .. ..

way ……

OPEN !

Yah we are gracious

That you have made our hearts and our minds potential soil for your words of truth.

Those truths sprout and blossom as we are given opportunity to grow to Him.

The fabric of His kingdom is potentially all around us.

Our obedience ,

Our love,

makes

that fabric real.

Yah grant us wisdom and then strength

In your holy name.

I look at cheering children waving wildly
Time stands still, then turns tidily to past periods
Pleasing tunes fill my ears, pure feelings fly through from the within
The world when I was an avid dreamer, innocent, impressionable
The field in which I played peacefully, rowdily rocking, running kid
Days of sunlight, brightness, breezy stillness, joy overwhelming
Nothing dampened by life’s weary shades, all shaded by trust
Belief simple, straightforward conception, uninjured heart
Today I remember, and think of bygone beauty, lost love
Evaporated essence

This is the era of energetic grinding to a halt
Battles to brew bragging rights, treks to thrive, to survive
Glass paned building of dizzying highs, might, defiant, arrogant
Flawed floured thatched shacks and shanties, lowly, must avoid
Pursue purpose packed and stacked as material, as showforms
Edibles and raised shoulders and pumped out chests, plus yachts
If need be
They were there, some needed, when I was younger
But now, no longer childish or simple, I am complex and compelled
Completely taken by sharper focus upon the world’s wants and wannabes
I had stage frights for fearful eyes
I have stage frights for finished ego
It was once nature’s patterns that intrigued me
Its now ultimate questions that jolt my conscience
I am rich, yet paupered
Because counting coins may picture greed, not humble learning
The sweetness is gone with innocence
I now smile wickedly, but detest that look on my face

I want the life back
All of the great adventures a carefree child undertakes
All of that freedom to fly further afield, fearlessly too
All of the nice smells from Christmas packages and dishes to savour
All of the looking forward to my loving Father’s return
I know He’ll bring me gifts I’ll delightfully devour, experience
He’s sure to take me up from my standing point
To raise me up from the rough patch of present wrinkles
To toss me into sky high joy, in jubilance for our victory
And place me on His shoulders, where true rest always will be.

Jesus, son of David, thou art Messiah, exemplar ultimate
Thine hands hath borne my iniquities, thrust them aside, made them as waste
There at Gehenna, where I should, barring this, rot eternally
Save that you saw it as sufficing, to raise my face from mud-slung past preoccupation
Jesus, son of the Most High, now I have hope
I have a life, one which cannot be destroyed
Jesus, my hope is you, my mind doest thread steady beats, silent, soft, longing
For thy presence is like the curdling hand of a million safe hands upon one single soul
Upon one otherwise bereft, struck fella
Jesus, Light, Grace, Life, my joy is that thou art near

Hear now, dear friend, my faintest heart’s greatest plea here present
The way you have shown, but more saviours proclaim themselves now
They say they hear you, louder than my ears could even pretend
They paint portraits striking, yet diverse and different
Yes, I see the way, but the waves follow in swift pursuit
Yes, I see the brightness showing forth, shading away darkness
But in response, dear Lord, darkness hath now taken course in shades varying
To confuse, to disrupt, to set ablaze fires strange to quench my fiery desire
My once burning thirst for your un-refashioned person
Now, my head is turned by chandelier glows several and once
By beeps and blares and roars
By fighting over what constitutes ideal life
The crowd moves with fury, to fatal end
But the groups, though small, fare none the better
I must choose, dear Lord, but the choosing is not the hard part
The choice is, the ordeal which bends my conscience to breaking point
They are, in apparition convincing, but they are, to clear gaze, deathly
None gives life, none is yours, none adores you in truth
God, my Life, the noise of the world keeps me in fear of living thus
So now, do mercifully quell it to silence
Or lead me to quiet streams, where the living waters flow without end
The pandemonium rages, but farther away from it, do take me now
The peace great and dearly craved for is ahead
Do guide me hither, to you.