Poems

I cannot help think That God is not as concerned With where we are As with how far we have come. And I wonder if God is less interested In the speed of our journey, And more concerned With the direction we are facing. And

This poem is a slightly different version to the one Jesus tells in Luke 14:15-24. A certain man was preparing a great banquet and invited many guests. At the time of the banquet he asked his supervisor to tell everyone who had been invited “Come

A setting of the words of the Nunc Dimittis and the story of the Presentation of Christ in the Temple from Luke chapter 2, to the tune of “Aurelia”, often used for the hymn “The Church’s one Foundation”. Lord, Lettest thou thy servant Depart his

Going through the motions, But is there more to life? I’d never stopped to question, ‘Till it kept me up at night. My head was full of questions Like it’d never been before. How I’d lived without the answers Was a mystery, I’m sure! Where

What is this place, Of sorrow, pain, Grief, disbelief? Where tears are my constant companion, At every thought, memory, At every little reminder. What is this place? Where others lives go on But mine has been turned upside down. Where I have to be so

God is a trampoline; But too often we stand on the edge. It may be a bit hard to balance on the frame, But its solidity makes us feel secure, Stepping in feels a bit wobbly, So we stick to the edge, Even though it’s

I went back you know, and it wasn’t scary at all All of the shapes and noises that made me so scared are just trees and birds and squirrels What was there to be scared of? Yet I was scared – more scared than I’d

My heart longs for the freedom That only you can give, Let me understand Lord, You died that I might live Break every chain that binds me In the power of Jesus’ name. From the sin that binds me captive, Jesus let me live again.

I was angry that you were asleep on the boat, As the waves came crashing, I didn’t dare rouse you, But clung to the side, Eyes closed, rocked and tossed, Trying not to be sick. Yes, even the wind and waves obey you, So, were