A God made love. I remember the day vividly, when she asked me to remove the stabilisers from her pretty pink bicycle, with wick basket and handle bar tassels to match. “I’m too big for these now.” She said very certainly. So self critical and upset each time she fell crying what a silly littleContinue reading “A Daddy’s daughter”
Palm leaves reach out in worship for they knew, just who He was. He flipped tables in the den of thief’s. He showed his way the truth. Broke bread and explained of a no greater love then betrayed with a kiss. Snatched in the dark, a snatch in secret. Found guilty of His innocence, deniedContinue reading “By His wounds”
Like wintry trees waiting for their leaves to return. I stand strong, watching the tinders burn. Waiting in expectation with every folk-dance In waiting, do we diminish, or do we enhance? Tides wait for the moon once more do I labour on the wrong shore? There’s a weight in waiting to wait God please, I’mContinue reading “Waiting”
To hear music is to feel. Changing of emotion echoing the expression of ones soul. Proof of His existence. Life without music, impossible. Above clouds racing through veins, in musical notations love thrives. Pulsating to the symphony of our lives.
Suffered in His love for our sin, overwhelmed in my acknowledgement, I embrace my gift and win. A relationship for offer, personal and true. Reestablished by the spirit when inside He flew. Son of man at the core anoint in the rainfall of life a sacrifice so pure, Grace so kind. love. Heart soul andContinue reading “He is love”
The Kingdom acknowleges heads bowed in silence Gods peace now theirs, no war, no violence.
Is a hug a gift from God? a squeeze can brighten the most darkest of day, for a warm embrace, who doesn’t wish to stay? Is a hug a gift from God? cuddles the heart does treasure, in receiving, oh what a pleasure. Is a hug a gift from God? it’s an act never toContinue reading “Is a hug a gift from God?”
My reality, I submit onto the spirit as feelings form into tears with each tear I taste I realize again faith is sufficient. It’s difficult to accept matters of this world flesh will more than condemn hope slides seeming all to to be lost. His blood again has cleansed me spirit lead me where IContinue reading “I’m Free”
Lift me high with those loving hands, that chiselled my passionate heart. Lift me high above all creation, and let me gaze, upon your art.
Through the window and next to me, graciously landing a flawless white feather, like on the morning of her funeral, with the same strength forcing me to pause, calmly, needing no applause. Reassurance, those armies he built are falling, pirouettes in the breeze, there all along even when I was crawling. Alas a resistance ofContinue reading “Feather of Paradise”