Lord, let my world be full of You.
May my words be caught up in Yours
And my thoughts be tangled in Your glorious truths.
Father, let my heart be forever enamoured by Your beauty
And may my actions bear the sweet fragrance that is You.
Truly Jesus, I want to be lost in You.

Sunsets

We walk this road together,
Sometimes you're right here with me
Holding my hand as tight as ever you can.
It's like you and me
We're moving in unison, as one.
And I feel your very presence.
Hold on tight,
Let's not let go,
But try as we may
There comes a time
When the space around us
Becomes the distance between us.
This foreboding distance,
Exhausting and never ending it always seems.
Still, it remains a precious ordeal,
For it brings with it a sense of longing,
A lesson learned in how to hold on.
To bide our time
Till the sun rises and sets
On our happy silhouettes.
Holding on so tight,
It looks like there's but just one.

I said goodbye to you today
For the last time.
I saw that look in your eyes again,
The one you try so hard to hide.
Life has not been good to you
I know.
You have seen and heard
That which is well beyond your years.
Full of hurt and empty promises
That nobody deserves
But are yours anyway.
Life is stubborn,
Refusing to do what you will it to,
And blames you for the mess you are in.
But there is a Love in this life,
That compares to no other.
Waiting to be found.
It goes far beyond what you could ever imagine.
It is absolute and unconditional,
It will hold you and keep you,
Never letting go.
It longs to invade the emptiness that consumes you,
If only you would reach out,
And take hold of this Love.

When

We are the redeemed,
We have been bought at a most precious price.
So when will we start living
In the light of this glorious truth?
We are the called out ones,
So when will we begin to go out under this banner?
When will we, the redeemed,
Stop closing the door
On the orphaned child on our doorstep,
On their anguished faces
And hearts full of empty promises?
When will we stop living on the inside,
Sheltered,
Comforted by these four walls?
When will we be foolish enough
To take that step of faith
Beyond ourselves,
To the outside?
When will we begin crying out to God in faith
Rather than reciting these empty prayers?
Prayer is powerful,
But if we do not believe in its power
Then why do we bother?
And when will we stop living for us
And start living for You?

Mum

I think it must take great strength to be my mum,
To raise five children,
To live with my dad
To be obedient to the Lord.
Settling down in a home away from home,
Choosing to give up the comforts and excesses so many chase after,
To share her time, gifts and talents with the orphan and widow.
My mum is humble and gracious,
A woman of strength and great dignity.
She is generous with her time,
Any time spent with my mum is a blessing.
A lover of art and animals,
My mum finds beauty in the finer details of life.
A life of sacrifice is a life worthy to You,
My mum has lived a life of sacrifice.
Lord, give me the strength
If only, to be half the woman my mum is.

Outwardly, we grow old,
Our bodies fade,
Refusing to let us do what we once did.
But this love.
This love will not grow old
And surely, it will never fade.
This love grows stronger with each passing day.
It weathers the storms,
Holding on because letting go
would be even harder.
This love knows the other's faults
And still it stays.
This love knows every detail of the face it beholds,
This love knows whose hand it will hold ten years from now.
And this love would go on forever
If only time would let it.

Lord, You are faithful.

We've drawn a line
And crossed over it.
We've made ourselves believe
All is well, when clearly it is not.
We've moved so far from the truth
We struggle to see what that truth actually is.
The truth is,
We've taken something sacred and precious,
Real and honest
And disfigured it beyond belief.
This beautiful gift given us by our loving Creator
Has become the red light district
Of a society whoring after lust.
A well thought out mistake
With a stranger,
Forever etched in a memory.
But we were not made for this,
Our hearts,
Our souls,
Our whole beings,
We were made for love.

We're like those cute little cherries that come in pairs,
Us two.
I still marvel at the creativity of our Father
For creating something so wonderful.
It's like there's two of the same
But not,
Like two unique individuals
Who are identical in every way.
I love it!
It's so crazy how you know all there is to know about me
And yet you love me still.
I just love you, Rooth
So much.
Its impossible (and just so silly) to imagine me
Without you.

'....but eventually the most powerful force in the universe, love, won out. I had found someone who pointed out everything right with me, not everything wrong. Hope aroused. I wanted to conquer worlds and lay them at her feet.'

There are men like this out there, still, men who want to conquer worlds for the woman they love. And when done selflessly, what a beautiful thing this is!

God, where are You
When the road I'm on gets too much to bear?
When my legs are about to give way?
I feel like I'm going
But I'm getting nowhere.
Like these lessons are too hard to be learned,
Like everything keeps repeating itself
And I'm bored of having my faults stare me down over and over.
I'm tired of feeling as though I've let You down.
God, I want answers
Or is that asking too much?
Am I just meant to be content with the not knowing?

Creator

And You created the heavens and the earth.
But still, we have the audacity to package You into a neat little box,
Pulling You out whenever we feel like it.
Whenever we need something,
If perhaps life becomes too unsettling
And then without a second thought
We pack You away again in our little God box.
Sidelining the Creator until once more our comfort becomes discomfort
And our happiness, fleeting as it is, turns to sorrow.
How dare we, the created ones,
Choose when and where and how the Creator plays a role in our selfish existence.
Our God, the Creator, must be our very existence.
For without Him our existence is worthless.

Promise

I am what you have,
I am what you want
And I am the one you promised to love always.
Good times and bad times
A promise is forever, remember.
So it hurts me
And I lose a part of something inside of me,
Dignity, pride, self-pity, self-denial
Call it what you will,
Each time you turn your gaze elsewhere.
The moment I lose your attention
Is the same moment I start to question
All over again.
So love me.
Want me.
Need me.

Innocence Lost

Your innocent mind is filled with adult ideas,
Where do you get them from
And why do you care?
Don't you want to just slow it down,
Be a child,
Live like a child,
Think like a child
And know like a child?
You act like you could take on the world.
But believe me,
The world is not so kind
As you may think it is.
So hold on and wait
To face the world.
Please,
Be a child before its much too late.

Hope.

Is this really home?
A plastic bag hangs on the door
Its contents overflowing,
Dirty washing waiting to be clean.
Pictures on the walls,
Smiling faces and happy memories
Make it all a little less lonely.
But hide them all away
And what am I left with?

The calendar reminds me of the days
Longing to be lived
If only they knew how much they were dreaded.
Empty, white spaces
Full of uncertainty.
Lord, I want the strength to fill them
With colour and life,
Spontaneity.
To leave a mark on each day,
A mark that counts for You,
That makes my waking worthwhile
My expectancy, satisfied
And all for Your Name's sake.