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
The poems are written by many people, some famous, some members of the Church Family. The words can help us to think about how we can live out our lives as friends and followers of Jesus – “Disciples” is the word the Bible uses for that.
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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 watch the evening news and squirm as the world’s soot settles over me – the latest dregs of national gossip, the teeming international inequities, sin and sordidness paraded as human rights, the pollution of greed, violence and horror, societies’ daily sensations. I feel assaulted,
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
What score could record the notes of my three score years and ten? What notes could tell the tale of a life lived in many ways? It would begin with one exultant chord of love and then fall almost into silence… a single note, becoming
And I said to the man who stood at the gate of the year: “Give me a light that I may tread safely into the unknown.” And he replied: “Go out into the darkness and put your hand into the Hand of God. That shall