Christian Writer
I am nobody to you If ‘simple’ things are not shared between us What’s simple to you Is of value to me You speak for the sake of duty “Hello” and “Good morning” For the sake of courtesy But I am far more that just your nobody I’m a prized piece of jewel For in…
Should I hide in the shadows because you Can’t bear to be in mine Or pluck out my feathers so that Your wings can fly Or maybe saw off my only horn So that you can feel magical Let me rather give you the time to see That the shadow you thought I cast was…
Pages turn, and spines are bent To fold comfortably in the hand Bound together into chapters And seamed into place A book has a start and an end All in a total sense, from one mystery to the next But the pages of my heart hold an archive of scrolls Manuscripts far too fragile to…
I will wear it like a medal of honour I hear the hisses and snarling murmurs Who does she think she is? I hold it up high like a torch to a race See, see, ask what you will For I wear it like a medal of honour Oh, she is no good! She is…
A glow, a warm glow, illuminates from within my being as You make Your presence known to me Like kinetic energy with the ability to generate light only seen by a certain human eye An eye, that when looked into, reflects the source of that which it sees The source, the One whose eyes…
Oh, desolate one Way too beautiful to be overlooked Sing, I say… For many are your afflictions But with everlasting kindness, you, too, will be lifted again Oh, broken one For you are far too precious not to be loved For the Mighty one cometh this way And with great mercy, He will gather you …
You are just a wild weed, you little beauty Along the byways of this beaten-down trail You have caught my eye, you little blossom You remind me of the Proverbs 31 woman The wife of the nobleman Who was clothed in fine linen of purple Her children called her blessed and she laughed at the…
Every morning without fail she lugs her wooden chair Although far too big for her she hurls it across the lawn Squinting her eyes to the sky as if she is waiting for something to appear Mumbling to herself in babbles and burbles waving her little fat fingers As if to say I’ll be ready…
Who is that? Twisted fingers, pointed, raised She comes out of that barren place Foul-mouthed, unscrupulous words Drops of silence and everyone stares Gaping-eyes feasting hungrily they scramble into herds whining in disarray How did she get out? Who is that? She cometh from that desert place She is unscathed yet she bears the scars…
I watch and I wait Rocking in the hum of His grace Cover me, cover me, Lord! I am weak, shaken by the words of raging wars I bow and I bend Creaking under the weight of fiery words Cover me, cover me, Lord! I can smell the smouldering of burning arrows I…