The Betrayal and The Promised Land.

So, please forgive my impertinent heart, but tell me why did you have the idea,

To leave me, struggling, fighting, aching, in this corrupted mess down here,

Assailed on all sides by the plans of enemy forces and the lies of my own lost nature

Frightened by my all too often willingness to give up this battle and give in.

To all these myriad vices and pathways of sin.




Because I hate failing so,

Although its your way I want to go,

Sometimes Grace seems so far away,

Like the sunlight on a rainy day.





Why do I act like I’m in love with this savage betrayal, in love with all of this,

That leaves me, struggling, fighting, aching, and my prayers are no catharsis,

From this guilt edged sword blade aimed at my heart’s seat, waiting for me to let go and slip away.

But I will stand my ground, though battered and torn, hurt and world worn, I’ll not fall.

Because in the midst of all this, you always hear my call.




Because I hate failing so,

Although its your way I want to go,

Sometimes Grace seems so far away,

Like the sunlight on a rainy day.




And I would give it all to be now safe on Jordan’s other side,

But I know on this shore with you I still must abide.

Because I’m still not ready for eternity’s embrace,

And its not yet the end of my humble race,

So keep me going till its time for my entrance to Canaan,

And I dwell in the promised land, that no corruption can reach,

That promised land that no pain can reach,

That promised land that no tears can reach.

In the Company of Saints.

In the Company of Saints, at the feet of the King,

I will sing praise.

In the Garden of your love, I will lift my voice and sing,

My arms I raise.

Unto the Father’s Son, crucified to set this wayward heart free.






And I will adore, for there is no beauty outside of you,

And I will glorify, for all the glory in the world was made by you,

And I will surrender my whole life to you, as the humblest offering,

And before all the angels, in the Company of Saints, I will sing.

Of the Glory of the King.








Be glorified in my life, my Lord and King.

As I sing your praise,

Be magnified in this place, as I lift my voice and sing,

And my arms I will raise,

Unto the Father’s Son, crucified to make a way through for me.








And I will adore, for there is no beauty outside of you,

And I will glorify, for all the glory in the world was made by you,

And I will surrender my whole life to you, as the humblest offering,

And before all the angels, in the Company of Saints, I will sing.

Of the Glory of the King.





All creation will sing, to you the Risen King,

All our hearts will sing, to you the Risen King,

And in our lives your name will be lifted high,

From the mountains to the valleys in one cry

We will lift your name high.

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.