The Voice Within
19 January 2012
29 November 2011
Penned at the YWAM conference -Bethnal Green
Those words were unlike any other I had received
In a letter
It washed an overwhelming wave
Into the depths of my heart
It was a warm wave
Of love
The only true kind
That cannot be drowned by many waters
Perfect love
Conveyed through words
Conveyed through the Spirit
Conveyed through a covenant friend
Who read them out
As I shut my eyes and cried
This is love
That you laid down your life for me
To buy me life:
Life to the fullest, life eternal
Ears listen, faith grows
Knees fall to the ground
This love
Makes me worship
Makes me whole
In a letter
It washed an overwhelming wave
Into the depths of my heart
It was a warm wave
Of love
The only true kind
That cannot be drowned by many waters
Perfect love
Conveyed through words
Conveyed through the Spirit
Conveyed through a covenant friend
Who read them out
As I shut my eyes and cried
This is love
That you laid down your life for me
To buy me life:
Life to the fullest, life eternal
Ears listen, faith grows
Knees fall to the ground
This love
Makes me worship
Makes me whole
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09 June 2011
King's Cross
An escape
wedged between Income Tax and Angel Islington
On monopoly boards where a single entity dominates
Station
where colored lines five intersect on a tube map
Maroon, Pink, Yellow, Black and Blue
What hue was your face
As you lay bleeding, a King on a cross?
The dice fall from the hands of children hoping
For a number that can take them to Mayfair
To purchase the land priced most
How strange that the fingers
Through which the dice slipped onto Calvary's rocks
To divide the cloth that robed the tortured man
Were the same that lifted up soured wine
To the lips of a king on a cross
Iesus Nazarenus, Rex Iudaeorum (INRI)
Inscribed on wood in languages three
This was a game that was not to be lost in translation
King's Cross
Where the winning move was made
As he breathed his last.
All shadows of doubt left the barren earth
As the sun hid, the curtain tore
And He lay underground only three days
It's not just under London
That Victor(y)ia and Jubilee triumphantly intersect
But in every heart that runs
Across the game board
To surrender all
At the King's cross.
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Poetry
25 May 2011
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