Lamentations on a Riot

And tonight on the streets, its war,
Is this how it felt when Rome fell.
Pictures before my eyes of fires that scar,
Tearing through, like some ugly reflection of hell.
I can’t watch but can’t take my eyes away.


A protest breeding only pain,
That great city, envy of the world.
Torn asunder by delirious pursuit of gain,
Nobility, honour and respect, onto the bonfire hurled,
Please, oh God, Let peace rise again with the new day.



Feels like I sit at the end of the days,
And my heart lies broken now.
Before this onslaught of lost and destructive ways,
And these eyes fill with tears as before you I bow.
Please, oh Lord, let your light spirit shine a brand new way.



And in the dark of the night the light shines brightest,
And where sin does abound, so does grace abound more.
And on the battleground, your hand still moves,
And in the morning, you will heal every sore.



I feel like Jeremiah, my words becoming lamentations of this present age,
But still your mercies are new each day and your love does cool even murderous rage.

Just Lately...

Lately, I’ve been dreaming once again,

Of the end of this season and the start of the next,

Because you know, its not true what say, that time takes away the pain,

Still this hearts caught in these desires, myriad and complex,






And my hearts caught in a sunlight past where this dream was still pure,

And everything I did seemed to succeed and my faith in you was so sure.




Lately, I’ve been thinking about the promise,

My mind clouded do I truly remember it right,

Or have I added words you never gave to me, dreaming more of the kiss,

Than all the wonderful things that come after the fight.




That my heart wishes was won, this waiting that I wish I was through,

I’m holding on to the last memories of a broken heart, dreaming of who.




You had in store, forgetting it was you I was living this life for,

Closed is the door, waiting takes so much out of me now,

Open is my heart, come clean it up and make me so sure,

That its not for me to know the timings when it’ll come true, or how.

Just trusting you’ll come through for me, in a way uniquely thee,

And one day I’ll be amazed at how you weave together this story.





Lately I’ve been thinking about the future,

When I’ll dwell in the dream and this simple desire,

Will have been fulfilled beyond the wildest longings of long before,

Where I’ll sit down and write down new dreams before an open fire.






Oh and my heart wishes this game was won, this waiting that I wish I was through,

I’m holding on to the last memories of a broken heart, dreaming of who.





You had in store, forgetting it was you I was living this life for,

Closed is the door, waiting takes so much out of me now,

Open is my heart, come clean it up and make me so sure,

That its not for me to know the timings when it’ll come true, or how.

Just trusting you’ll come through for me, in a way uniquely thee,

And one day I’ll be amazed at how you weave together this story.

When we awake

One day, you and I will awake far from here,
In that far off exquisite land that has always been home,
Where tears finally dry and beauty signals an end to fear,
All these temporary fragile failings will fall away like autumn leaves,




One day, we will sit by the river and sing our songs,
One day, we will see the battle won and the death of wrongs,
One day, we will dance before the one and only king,
One day, my dear, we will hear the victory praises ring,
On that day, to the firstborn who hung upon the tree,
On that day, my dearest love, we will be free.



One day, you and I will awake to the light of the king,
In the kingdom not of this earth, by that eternal spring,
Flowing from the throne of grace and mercy poured out,
The crystal sea with all the crowns cast about.




One day, we will sit by the river and sing our songs,
One day, we will see the battle won and the death of wrongs,
One day, we will dance before the one and only king,
One day, my dear, we will hear the victory praises ring,
On that day, to the firstborn who hung upon the tree,
On that day, my dearest love, we will be free.



And all your wounds will be healed and the struggle finished,
Finally safe in that paradise opened when it was accomplished.


















　

Waiting for Isaac.

So many years, walking this pathway with you,

Overwhelmed, I’ve seen your healing and transformation,

New birth, the beautiful moments in everything you do,

Trodden the pathways of this exquisite restoration,



And I have heard your word whispered to me,

As if on a summer’s breeze,

Fallen in love over and over again with thee,

And your salvation that restores and frees.



Prophecy and Worship,

Prayer and Fellowship,

Glimpsed forever in the light of morning.

And in faith of the new day dawning,

Just beyond the horizon.



Amazed you can love me still,

Running away to have my fill,

Of this world’s fading glories,

Falling into stormy seas,

Turning my back, while trying to hold on,

To salvation and the image of your son.



Have I been too much the older brother rather than the prodigal returning,

Looked for salvation in man made towers of sand, rather than being content to sing,

Your praises beneath an open heaven. Am I still birthing Ishmael in all my plans,

When Isaac waits for me to let go of my counterfeit rescue and take your hands

The Return of Innocence.

Innocence seems so long ago now, sepia photos hanging on my wall,
Childhood memories cast out on memory's ocean, tossed by the winds,
Of circumstance and trial, And the battle consumes it all,
The day I first met you seems so long ago now.

But I'm not finished yet, my heart still remembers,
Though my mind may have forgotten, how you rebuilt this fragile form,
Gently woke me to the brightest day I have ever known,
Showed me the stars in their velvet dark home far above this passing storm

Still this world tries to hold me down, but the spirit's longing to fly,
And I cant focus on these ruins any more, new blooms are growing,
Out of these broken stones and failed dreams, reaching for the sky,
For I'm tired of seeing only my failings while missing your everyday grace,
Running swiftly after counterfeit visions while missing your gentle face.
I get so easily caught up in the lies of the present age,

For the truths not in the war but in the victory already won,
My hope not in flesh but my crucified lover who said at last it is done.
My hope not in might but my crucified Lord who said at last it is done.

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So speak to me of salvation and fan the flames,
Come find me in my hiding place above the valley floor,
Battered and beaten, burnt out by disappointment,
These tears falling, scorching each sore.
So, my love speak to me of faith once more.

So speak to me of the new man, the conqueror,
Heal this blindness to see through my lovers eternal eyes,
Rather than through this broken stained glass dream darkly,
My heart reaching, praying to be wise,
So my love speak to me of vision once more.

So speak to me of the kingdom come, eternity,
Cleanse these lips of mine, corrupted by deceit and profanity,
I remember innocence, it seems such a long time ago,
My spirit longing, crying for sanctuary,
So my love speak to me of grace once more.

I'm tired of running from you,
Into the shadows of my own mind,
Tired of my own reflection in the mirror,
Looking for that peace I can only ever find,
In the strength of your arms.
So my love hold me close once more.
And tell me of how one day I'll reach the other shore.

Rising

Lose myself in dreams again, oh you can't tie me down,
Tired of the disbelief I see lurking deep inside of me,
Ready for tomorrow to come once more, oh, I'm not afraid,
Of the sun that’s rising, in the morning light, another world I see.

You can't tie me to what happened yesterday,
Because these shackles fall by the wayside,
And you can't hold me to the mistakes of the past,
Don't you see you can’t stop what's inside.

Now you can't catch me anymore, I'm free,
Visions of failures, won't keep me locked in this lonely place,
You can't tell me that I won the battle only to lose the war,
Because after all these years finally I know you've lost this race.

I'm going to see it all come true and they'll come a day,
When all these weaknesses will become my strengths,
And no darkness will find where I lay,
Under a freshly made and newborn heavenly sky.

And this fire inside of me can't be put out,
Turning your lies into shadows cast on a wall,
Tomorrow's dawn chases all the shadows away,
Now I'm thinking of the rise rather than the fall.