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Poem: Worship Artists

Worship is not an art form And if it is then surely we are all worship artists Scrawling out our life drawings on the canvas of our time Day to day, tracing or replacing lines Trying to draw out the image of the Creator to display to the world in the gallery of our character.... Continue Reading →

Poem – Come Home

I woke up at 2am and wrote this. You look ridiculous With your patch-work picture of pretense printed all over your personality Painting over the cracks of the walls of your heart and your own sanity in case you pour out some honesty that gets you ostracized When you compromise in a counter-cultural surprise But... Continue Reading →

Something’s Wrong… – Spoken Word

Guys, I think something's wrong with me I can watch a film in silence for 3 hours straight without taking a toilet break and weather an exploding bladder But I can't sit still before the throne of God for 3 minutes without thinking about something else. I can eat my own bodyweight in meat and... Continue Reading →

Shaken

I wrote this poem during the political turbulence of the British General Election in 2017. When you get shaken You get a revelation of your true foundation. Because it says in the good Book That the kingdom can't be shook And if we're the ones who're receiving it then neither should we We should be... Continue Reading →

Holy Spirit – Spoken Word

Too busy being content to ask for more We need to Oliver Twist that lie that keeps us satisfied and dry When He said "ask for rain in the time of rain." We sing LET IT RAIN, LET IT RAIN! But that's enough! We barely catch it, too busy being Bob Cratchet when our Father... Continue Reading →

There is a Sound

There is a sound that the hearts of His people make as they tremble before Him to hear Him. The sound of anticipation. The sound of willingness. The sound of fear fleeing. Bated breath speaks volumes in silence calling to the throne room. Speak Lord, your servant is listening and our enemy is afraid. There... Continue Reading →

The Texture of Hope

It feels like...that feeling you get when you're waiting for the bus and you remember that it came yesterday. It feels like the warmth of the seat and the touch of the heating on your ankles. It feels like...that feeling you get when you look at the clock in school and it's five minutes to... Continue Reading →

Surrender

This living sacrifice lives But I want it to die daily It shrinks away from the light Your love gives And hides in the darkness of its frailty. Broken, unspoken, the last surviving token of the life that was before it. It is wilful ignorance, it is selfish defiance, it is foolish resistance. It's the... Continue Reading →

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