Tag Archives: Words

Of Hate And Love – John 15:19

Of Hate And Love – John 15:19

This world turns further away
From the truth of His word
Some have chosen to hate
What they cannot understand
In their ignorance they speak
Their ugly words again the Word
He said this would come to pass
Still came the Holy Spirit
To give us words against the hate
To speak the glory of the truth
That their hearts may be turned
To embrace the love within His Words

John 15:19

John 15:19

Never Let – Acts 18:9

Never Let – Acts 18:9

Never let them silence your tongue
Those who cannot see the Lord
Never let them tell you be quiet
Shout to the world of His love
Maybe they don’t want to hear these words
Yet they need to feel His love
So keep on spreading the truth of His words
Share your stories of the greatness of God
You have been delivered so let them know
So when the day comes they need a saviour
The words you say will remind them of His love

Acts 18:9

Acts 18:9

 

Voices

Voices

What is it in the nature of man
The make him the destroyer
His nature to tear things down
He has no heart of the Creator
Deep inside jealousy burns
Over and over
Till he seeks to pull it down
All that has been built
That doesn’t match his thought
But they can fire their bullets
Set the fuses on their bombs
From these ashes human life will rise again
Still the true destroyer comes from their tongue
Like a sword dressed in flame
They wield their words
Dark words will tear upon every man’s soul
One word can bring terror to a child
One word can destroy the image of a man
Yet still they wield words like stones
Cast from their mighty sling
From the keyboard or the mouth
Their words can cut the soul in two
Break a man forever
Young girls who don’t look the same
Young boys who don’t act the same
Should they be questioning their life
How can they consider their belonging
In response to their tasteless words
How can they destroy
What the Lord our creator has made
A precious soul destroyed by a word
How can we let them win
Bullies with a keyboard
Haters with a voice
When will they hear His word
One greater than their own
When will their jealous heart fade
To let the light of God shine
When will their voice fall silent
To let the word of God be heard
Has this world lost it’s way
To allow this to continue
To gives these fools a soapbox
From which to scream their ugly words
I pray for the day
The Lord God casts them down
From the soapbox to their knees
So they will see His face
To hear a voice beyond their own
A voice of love to forgive their sins
Bringing peace to their jealous hearts
When will that voice fall silent
So I can hear my God once again
I pray that voice fall silent
And I can live once more

Perfect Words (Psalm 12:6)

Perfect Words (Psalm 12:6)

More precious than gold
More pure than finest silver
A beauty beyond all
Above the wonders of the world
That is the Word He gives us
Flawless Words for our Soul
Words to bind the heart
Perfect Words to make us whole

Psalm 12:6

Psalm 12:6

No, Never Let Go

No, Never Let Go (Proverbs 4:20-22)

Tune in your mind
And focus your heart
Listen my friends
Just hear the sound
Of the words He says
The words He sings
Do not let go
No, never let go

They are your guide
They will lead the way
His words are for life
The beat of your heart
My friend hear what He says
And sing along to His tune
Do not let go
No, never let go

Proverbs 4:20-22

Proverbs 4:20-22

Broken Arrows

Broken Arrows

The arrow’s flown
It’s hit it’s mark
Opening wounds that shouldn’t be there
Deep below the skin
A fragile soul is torn
You see in their eyes
The anger which they strung their bow
As the words become the arrows
Which collide with your soul over and over again
To your knees you slip

A tiny tear falls
As another wells
The arrows still fly
The wounds become deep
So, so deep
Then they stop
They strike no more
Suspended in the air before
Beaten back by a word
A shield from heaven

The Father has spoken
His word into your life
His word your shield
His word binds the wounds
His word wipes the tear
And lifts you to your feet

Then here you stand
Immersed deep within His word
Triumphant in His glory
Defiant against their words
An army couldn’t break you now
For you are His
And He has already won
The blood of the Son has overcome

They will run
Broken arrows all spent
Today you have victory
And tomorrow will be the same
They will try again
Once more their words their arrows
You stay within His word
Victory assured
With Him then you’ll walk
Far beyond this field of broken arrows

Jelly Peppers

My Son turned thirteen a couple of weeks ago, he’s growing up fast, even if he isn’t growing that tall, unfortunately it looks like he got the short ass gene just like his Dad.

But I do have to smile when I walk to work at this time of year, my route through the cemetery is lined with Horse Chestnut trees, so the pathways are littered with conkers.

When I was young we spent hours here collecting the biggest conker to take to school, with an old shoe lace tied through it or indeed a new shoe lace, just don’t tell my Dad!

These days the Great British game of conkers is banned in most schools, too dangerous!! The only tears I remember from school during a game of conkers, was when someone’s beloved unbeaten conker was suddenly smashed into dozens of pieces.

But not only remembering my school days makes me smile, but my Son had his own special word for conkers when he was little. We don’t know why but he called them….

Jelly Peppers

We never knew why or where he got the words from. We always called them conkers, but he insisted they were Jelly Peppers, he wouldn’t call them anything else.

He doesn’t remember calling them that anymore, we remind him, but he “claims” he doesn’t remember it.

He also doesn’t remember calling aliens “meppels”, again no idea where that came from, but he insisted that they were called meppels and not aliens.

It’s funny how kids pick these odd words up for various different things, I can understand if they sound like the actual name or they had trouble saying the word, but these two names were just straight out if a child’s mouth and still make me smile.

I guess if you have kids too, they probably had a few of these names also, ones which still produce a smile.

BINARY by BRAVE SAINT SATURN
Blessed is the man who does prevail
Doomed are the peacemakers when they fail
If hope springs eternal, it never get here
I guess I lost all my hope last year

I tried to steal the moon from the sky
I am lost and lonely, I drift in space
My dreams are haunted by her face

Blessed are the drifters, the stars that die
Whose light expires, before goodbyes
Goodbye, goodbye

Binary star, you’re the brightest blue by far
And up against the starry sea
I thought that you were meant for me

Blessed are the meek who shall inherit
The throes of death for all their merit
The right to stumble, to wear and perish
Doomed are those who hold and cherish

I tried to steal the moon from the sky
You hide behind your broken wings
Your dreams are all for better things

And in the dark we climb this slope
‘Cause the bravest thing is always, always hope
Goodbye, goodbye

Binary star, you’re the brightest blue by far
And up against the starry sea
I thought that you were meant for me

Binary star, you’re the brightest blue by far
And up against the starry sea
I thought that you were meant for me

And up against the starry sea
I thought that you were meant for me
I thought that you were meant for me

Finding The Stream

Okay, so yesterday evening I had the urge to write something.  I had an idea, an idea I had been mulling over in my mind for a day or two, the premise I was looking to write about was grains of sand, the idea came from Psalm 139 vrs 17-18, which I recently posted.

So I did what I usually do in those situations, grab my phone and start typing into notepad, I also had Psalm 18 open on my laptop for further reference and inspiration, I was ready to go, I had my basic idea, now I just needed to put together the words.

But the first line that came out was:

When every tear falls
The earth will shake

From there, the rest just flowed, I don’t really know where from, the sand was forgotten, Psalm 18 was referenced, yet not really used.  These words to the poem “The Eternal Stream” simply flowed in a way that my poetry usually doesn’t.

I usually move things around, add in lines, change the format and make edits and alterations, but not this time, from writing to copying into this blog and posting, there was maybe one or two minor edits, but otherwise it was as written, a novelty for me, I was happy to just press publish.

Then I moved on, I didn’t really read it back until I read the comments I received this morning.  I’ve said before how I am a little insecure about my poetry, but even I was surprised by what it was that I had actually written.  I wrote just this week about my poetry and that generally how they tend to be memories of my journey or prayers and answers from the Lord, but for some reason this one feels different, I really don’t know why!

Personally I’m kind of thinking that it’s the best poem that I’ve written so far and that knowing what I’m like, I’m now going to put myself under pressure to out do it or even be tempted to just stop for a while.  I’m sure I won’t stop writing poems, I don’t think I will be allowed, after all I convinced this one was definitely not my words.

HOLY SPIRIT HAVE YOUR WAY by LEELAND
Long after the tears fall I’m still your child
I put down my defenses and lay down my pride
Love and forgiveness flow in deep and wide
So I run to you and surrender all!

As I lay down my life
And pick up my cross
What a joy it is to give my life away to you
All that I need,
All that I seek
Is You here with me
Holy Spirit have Your way in me!

In times of trouble, though trials may come
The rock of ages is standing strong
I’m fighting battles, but the war is won
So I’ll run to you and surrender all

As I lay down my life
And pick up my cross
What a joy it is to give my life away to you
All that I need,
All that I seek
Is You here with me
Holy Spirit have Your way in me!

More of You and less of me, God
More of You and less of me, God
More of You and less of me, God
More of You overflowing

As I lay down my life
And pick up my cross
What a joy it is to give my life away to you
All that I need,
All that I seek
Is You here with me
Holy Spirit have Your way in me!
Holy Spirit have Your way in me!

Poems Or Prayers

Earlier on in the year I seemed to have a barren spell with regard to poetry, I had the odd idea or lines, but couldn’t put anything together, very often I would forget them before I could even record them or if I did write it down, I just couldn’t get it to work, many times I just left everything half finished.

When I first started out trying my hand at poetry, I was very insecure about it, I was trying different things, different ideas, maybe trying too hard to form ideas with which I wasn’t particularly comfortable with, but gradually my poems formed into two areas, either covering my recovery from alcoholic to redeemed or just simply how I felt at the time.  I left behind just trying to make things out of my comfort zone and just seemed to write from the heart, rather than trying to force something out for the sake of it.

When things got a little dark towards the end of last year, then so did the poems, they were directly from where I was at the time, raw, but also real.

Then as I say things dried up, not that I wasn’t comfortable with what I was trying to write, I just couldn’t get my head into what I was trying to say, although I was in a good place mentally, I guess there was a period of drifting with things a little, maybe a time to not put too much pressure on myself after such a period of fighting so many things from my past.

Then a few weeks ago, I got the urge to finish all those half started poems, all those from the end of last year and earlier this year, everyone that was started was finished, some needed more thought than others, but when I picked them up again, they fell into place rather easily.

The response to some of my recent works have been extremely positive, not only in what I have written for myself, but that others have found comfort in the words also.

Some of the response to my poem Walk With Me on Sunday got me thinking yesterday morning as I walked to work, where do these words come from, are they mine?

As I have already stated, I tend to now write in two ways, about my journey or how I’m feeling.  But more often than not when I write about how I’m feeling, it tends to turn into a question and answer session between myself and God, it seems like I write out what is essentially a prayer I’m saying within my head, then I end it with answer from God to what I’m asking or how I’m feeling, simply….

I PRAY … GOD ANSWERS

When I write about my journey, particularly those early days when I came from the dark drinking, suicidal being, to move into the light and start a new walk, I feel I’m being reminded that whatever it is I feeling, however low I’m feeling or how hard I feel things are, that I just have to remember the miracles of those early weeks and what was done for me then, that if I can come through that, then how much more can I come through.

I can honestly say that I don’t feel insecure about writing poetry any more, now I see what I write as so much more.

HOW CAN YOU BE INSECURE ABOUT A CONVERSATION WITH GOD.

So, I guess I will keep writing, keep trying to inspire myself and hopefully others.

MULTIPLIED by NEEDTOBREATHE
Your love is like radiant diamonds,
bursting inside us, we cannot contain.
Your love will surely come find us, 
like blazing wildfires 
singing your name.

God of mercy, sweet love of mine,
I have surrendered to your design.
May this offering stretch across the skies,
these hallelujahs be multiplied.

Your love is like radiant diamonds,
Bursting inside us, we cannot contain.
Your love will surely come find us,
like blazing wildfires 
singing your name.

God of mercy, sweet love of mine,
I have surrendered to your design.
May this this offering stretch across the skies,
these hallelujahs be multiplied.

(Multiplied, Multiplied, Oh Multiplied)

God of mercy, sweet love of mine,
I have surrendered to your design.
May this this offering stretch across the skies,
these hallelujahs be multiplied.

These hallelujahs be multiplied.

Your love is like radiant diamonds,
bursting inside us, we cannot contain.
Your love will surely come find us,
like blazing wildfires singing your name.