Your fortress

•November 26, 2008 • Leave a Comment

Though the winds howl and rage outside

And the lightning frightens me

I’m safe with You inside.

In Your strong fortress, I will be.


In Your castle, the walls are strong

And thick too.

In here I belong with You

You will never leave me.


For these walls are impenetrable

No harm can come to me.

While I still reside here with You.


You wrap me in Your arms

And keep me safe

And I will stay with You forever and ever,

My father.


What have I done?

•November 26, 2008 • Leave a Comment

What’ s with you?

Why do you seem to hate me so much?

Am I annoying you?

What have I done?


When we’re with others you’re all smiles.

When it’s jut me you’re moody.

I’m not flirting, I want to be friends.

Why do you seem to hate me so much?


I thought you were warm like the Sun

But you’re cold, like the ice coming our way.

What can I do to let you know I care,

Without seeming soppy?

Because I do care,

I want you to be my friend, what’s stopping us?

I promise you it’ll be nothing more.


Why are you so withdrawn,

why are you friends with my friends, but not me?

I don’t understand you, I really don’t…

And I don’t think I ever will.


What’s with you?

Why do you hate me?

Did I hurt you?

What have I done?


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This seems wrong

I’m not supposed to be here

I’m not supposed to be with you

Of all people you could have chosen

It’s me you want.


But I don’t want you

I’m not sure I want to do this

What you’re suggesting

I don’t think I trust you

I don’t like you that way.


This idea is wrong

This whole thing is wrong

You are wrong.

I didn’t choose you

I don’t want you.


I don’t want you

I definately don’t want to do

What you’re suggesting

I know I don’t trust you

I don’t like you at all.


Leave me alone

I’m not the one for you

I don’t want to hurt your feelings

But what we’re doing is wrong

Promise you won’t want me at all.


I don’t want to say afterwards:


‘I didn’t want you

I didn’t want to

But I did what you suggested

I didn’t trust you

I didn’t like you at all.’


I’m not giving myself to you

I don’t trust

I don’t like you


I don’t want you

I don’t want to do

what you’re suggesting

I don’t trust you at all

I don’t like you at all

This is wrong.

I don’t want you

It’s wrong.

Beyond Holby City

•November 26, 2008 • Leave a Comment

Put you hand on your heart,

they say in cartoons on the big screen.

I do.  I put my hand over my heart,

which still beats.

Hear the thud thud thud

Of the blood, pushing through

arteries, veins, valves, cells.


But what happens

if, for whatever reason,

one day, it stops?


Will an ambulance, white and wailing

flashing blue and red

deliver you to your hospital bed?


Will loved ones crowd around, you,

tubes snaking everywhere,

hoping, praying, waiting?


Will that person you thought was

‘the one’,

will they still be there

by your side

holding your cold limp hand?


What if.


What if it’s too late.

They’ve gone.

Your time of death

Casually said.


What if there’s more to life,

More than meets the eye,

In the street of life we walk on by?

Fade to grey

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Do you feel what I feel:

the wind in my hair

Icy cold in my face

Eyes watering

Fixed on a hill

A city, shining?

That is my goal,

what I and many others focus on.


But what lies ahead for you,

You who are blind,

Cannot hear what He is saying?

Only darkness awaits you,

Only an everlasting, morbid, fiery, evil


Hell.  Where Lucifer is imprisoned

and has never thrown a party,

no plastic tridents and horns.


I long for the day

when I can embrace

My heavenly Father

And be made perfect.

What a day,


But I can’t imagine those who

don’t know Him, who despise and reject –


How can I live with myself

When I will see them burn,

Because I feared they’d spurn

The Gospel that I long to share.

But hold back, not ‘cos I don’t care.

I forget the one who truly loves me

And push Him out the way.


Who is always out of their comfort zone

And always raring for action?


Opportunities slip by,

I grow lukewarm

And fade to grey.


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I’ve got a Bible in my bag

To keep my mind at ease.

Surely if it’s with me

I’ll be able to whip it out

Not Biblebash, obviously,

But prove a point

Prove to the world

You are my everything.


I can’t stand it

when they

scoff, at what was

so dear, I hate

myself for feeling

ashamed and holding

back.  What stops me?


You took the shackles off my feet,

Not only so I could dance

But be the bringer of Good News.


I’ve got a Bible in my bag:

it barely sees the light of day.

Forgotten and remembered

•November 26, 2008 • Leave a Comment

What of my dreams,

The ones forgotten and remembered?

Should I take notice,

Or let them fly away?

Maybe one might come true.