There are certain things in this worldyou must simply ignore and let go. Perhaps this is whyI am not palatable to this world. I do not want what it wants.I cannot become what it asks me to be. I am of another. Not another place,but another Kingdom.
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The Good Earth
When I dig into the good earth,I feel something I can’t explain,The soil beneath my working hands,The sun, the seed, the gentle rain. And somehow, as I turn the ground,My thoughts rise higher than the sod;For all this goodness speaks to meOf the goodness of our God. My hands are working in the earth,But myContinue reading “The Good Earth”
Malcolm Guite
The Old Stories In a podcast with Malcolm Guite ,stirred something inside of me –a world of knights and ancient kings,of forests, faith and mystery. Of Arthur and the Grail,of stories worn smooth by time,that somehow still have somethingto say to yours and mine. Not something we have lost,not something we forgot,but something lying quietlyContinue reading “Malcolm Guite”
The King’s Head
The Poet’s Cry Before the Fall As the bells chime on this night,I fill the glass with wine,And by the candle’s fading light,I begin my cry in rhyme. A night of poetry and prayers,Beneath the ancient throne,For we the people are the heirs,Though the crown it has no home. The kingdom once stood proud andContinue reading “The King’s Head”
Godly Home
No Choir Sang
He met Christ in a prison cellwith tears in both eyes.The bars still stood,but the chains broke inside. No choir sang,no crowd to applaud—mercy whisperedwhere guilt once roared. He left prison changed; carrying his cross.For the free man filled with hope and love – not pain and loss.
Matter Doesn’t Matter
Matter doesn’t matter,Though kingdoms rise and fall.Gold will lose its glitter,Proud towers will fall small. Dust returns to dust,As every grave has shown.But Christ has conquered death,And calls His children home. So let my heart seek treasureNo thief or moth can claim.Matter doesn’t matter,Only the love of Christ remains.
The Empty Chair
I know long and lonely roads.My hands, like my pockets, are used to being empty.There are pieces of me I’ll never find,and still he tempts me. I’ve lost money,family,lovers,even friends who swore they were brothers. An empty chair where she once sat—a smile, a nod,a little chat. Yet through every loss, one truth remained:Jesus.Jesus neverContinue reading “The Empty Chair”
A Spirit Built to Last
You broke my heart but not my spirit,You left me bleeding in the rain.You promised to protect me,Then caused the pain.I searched for love in empty places,For arms to hold me tight.But when I needed someone beside me,I stared out shadows through the night.Yet God was there in every tear drop,Every battle no one knew.WhenContinue reading “A Spirit Built to Last”
I Love You Less
My heart still waits, beneath the fading skies.For whispered dreams and old goodbyes.Through storms and silence, I remain.A flame that hopes beyond the rain. Can this love now cross the silence?Still, I cant put down the sword.Still I love you less than violence.
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