There is no other that can save our soul.
There is no other that can make us whole.
No man has the ability to restore and recreate our flesh of sin.
Only His precious pure holy Blood brings newness of life and causes us to run the race and win.
Before the foundation of the world His plan was in order and there was no turning back.
So now it is time to arise as one in Him; forget the past and any unclean vicious attack.
His destiny was determined and He followed it through.
He could have called ten thousand angels yet for us He bore the price; will you not too.
Suffering and pain may be part of your walk but in it all He makes a way.
When least expected He opens new doors; removes the trials and it becomes a brand new day.
Stand on His Word for to you it belongs.
Cast aside all fear; praise Him in faith; sing your melody of love out loud in a glorious heartfelt song.
No man can remove you from His love so give Him your all.
In boldness come into His throne room of grace; you are His and will not fall.
Man has but feet of clay and no power to save.
Knowing all He was to suffer; the pain He had to bear yet willingly all He gave.
Jesus Christ our Lord and our Redeemer; on You we depend.
You are the King of all Kings; the Lord of Lords our gracious wonderful friend.
Tick tock…a soothing everyday sound filling empty spaces all around
Minute by minute a tiny particle of life ends and falls unseen back into the ground
Taken for granted yet given and formed by hands of eternal love
Wasted by strife; greed and seeds planted; now growing to maturity but not from above
Halt the clock; fast forward the time…if only man would awake and see the light of day
Take back what was stolen from the enemy; do it in His strength for our feet are of clay
Run the race set before you; discard not the path for worldly lust and material gain
For in looking back upon the mountain of sin there will only be brokenness and shame
Tick tock…every minute brings with it a moment that can change your destiny forever
Dive into the freshness of the cleansing water bestowed in love; be bold; be clever
One life; one chance; one dream; one hope; one Saviour who gave His all
With amazing grace He paid the price; was broken and torn for the great and the small
See the Father when beholding the Son for they are One in perfect harmony and truth
His grave is empty; He has risen and we are no longer in prison; herein lies the proof
Take hold of the day for now is the hour; hear the sound of the trumpet; victory is won
His life is your life precious and dear soul; He rules forever; unchanging; God’s own Son.
Wounded beyond what words can describe…seething with flames waiting to ignite.
Darkness is falling all around and not one soul is awake…their turmoil is already in sight.
Broken dreams lie scattered along the pathway of promises never delivered.
With poison filling hearts of delusion the tension has just begun.
Songs of victory discarded…anger engulfs the mind…days of hope are gone…the song has been sung.
Destruction is forced into a spirit already burning with greed…hear the call.
Face the reality of a nation lost in sin…hatred awaits those who refuse the beat of the drum…see the signs…watch the fall.
Two can never be one when the gods are of golden idols… death called forth as if alive.
Take back the spirit of repentance…forgiveness of sin…put aside the urge to strive.
Unity lies in the realm of the spirit and not in the way of oneness with a masked face.
Arise from the slumber of passiveness…take hold of the day…as one run the appointed race.
Flames are burning brightly yet no one opens their eyes shut tight by the covering of greed.
A leader…truth and loyalty filling his heart to the plight of man all around…this we do now need.
See the pieces scattered this way and that…lost…so lost has man become.
Darkness is a way of constant struggle…the rays are dim…where is the sun.
Calling…hear the earth…the land under our feet is calling.
Arise with an anticipation of what can be before it is too late and beneath us we discern the falling.
Of mankind in general…our hope destroyed…death at the hands of the spirit of hell.
Clean out the cobwebs…fall on your knees…listen to the tune…take note of the bell.
The train is moving up and down the track with never an end in sight
The past holds firmly onto the mind bringing thoughts of gloom; destroying the light
Hear the sound of repetition drumming through each and every broken door
Yet you hold on and refuse to burn the memories; seemingly wanting more
Let go for in its hands lie the spirit of death and defeat
Nothing will be gained by thinking it through once more for there is no treat
Handed out to your scared inner soul only questions filled with regrets
Torture not your spirit for it was meant to fly and never to fret
Break loose from the bondage that covers and holds back the real you
Rise with dignity; defeat the demons, throw off the old mould and be true
Laugh at what was for the present is yours for the taking
Stand on solid ground of inner victory; it has begun, feel the shaking
Of your very core being been woken from the nightmares of failure and distrust
The shackles of bondage have been discarded; flesh has frozen; gone is lust
Shake yourself and begin the journey of wholeness gained without you even knowing
For wrapped up in self lay the old man; scattered and torn; now your pulse is flowing
Come to the harbour; rest awhile, for the journey has been hard and long
Forget what was; you are free; flying like the eagle; safe and unbelievably strong.
Into the throne room her cry reaches His heart
Moment to moment He is there for within Him she is a part
With power and gentleness mingled in one
He reaches down; brings peace; for He is the Son
Born in a manger yet unknown to mankind
Gave Himself as a sacrifice so as to open the eyes of the blind
Full of compassion, forgiveness and love
Laid down His Deity sent from the Father above
Wipes away all tears of His sons and His daughters
Give Him your whole life not simply a quarter
Salvation and healing promised to us
Rises one and all; never to crush
His presence all around we can surely feel
All else is false; He is for real
Touch the hem of His garment; watch all fall into place
Together we run till we finish the race
Back into glory He arose from the grave
Beckons us with power to walk the new way He gave
No call is unanswered; no prayer goes unheard
His love is complete; He came and He served
Sin forever dealt with; our place was taken
At the appointed time the whole earth was shaken
It is finished; He gave up His power
Redeemed were we that moment; that very hour
Crying……into the pillow so no one can hear. “Where are you mommy and daddy…. don’t you see that I am but a young, innocent girl in need of comfort and protection from silly, uncalled for fears?” In body you are present; but in spirit you are gone; having drifted off into the comforting arms of your trusted friend…. brandy, gin whiskey! Whatever makes you forget the harshness of this world; the guilt pounding your conscience due to unsavoury nights of wife swopping, fighting, lack of money and violence. Eyes glazed over, speech slurred; falling face down into your plate of food. Daddy.. my daddy! Crashing your head, so small and delicate into the edge of the wardrobe; blood….”what do I do?” Your bewilderment stares up at me, an inexperienced girl, only longing for normality like others my age. I want a whole mommy! Lifting you up, cleaning you; my heart racing within my chest. Mommy.. mommy, I love you. I need you. I’m scared! Granny shaking and angry…wrong is right, abnormal becomes normal. So many secrets for fear of outside ridicule. The happy days are like flowers in full bloom; open to the sunshine; blowing gently in the cool breeze; refreshing, without a care. Free. The bad Saturdays, week nights are ominous with waves of dread as to what is coming. One, two ,three, four; no more, please but yes, five drinks at a time. Fighting; threats, drawn gun; picked up and thrown like a rag doll against the wall….men, women. Who are they all?? Learned behaviour, fleeing away in mind and spirit to my safe place. And so the years progress and I gain understanding, for we are all, in some way broken and love overlooks all, but inner scarring is deep within the core of my being. Then He, my Saviour, reaches out and calls me to be His own. The journey of sins forgiven; wounds being healed; shame based spirit being brought out and made anew. A young girl continually made alive deep within, the woman of today. My King, my Heavenly Father, my comforter and teacher; the blessed Holy Spirit. Hope, faith and a journey filled with joy and at times suffering and pain but together, Him and I move on. My Lord, your Lord, our deliverer and healer. “My peace I leave with you.”
Wounds unhealed have a habit of invading ones soul when least expected
They break down the fragile inner being yet were uninvited and not connected
To the moment in time when the hurting spirit was flowing gracefully as free as a bird
Now without warning all comes crashing down and becomes totally absurd
For pain builds flashes of suffering more lofty then it should
And now out of control within the mind the past is completely misunderstood
Healing shows itself to the inner delicate soul as been able to remember without tears
Taking hold of the trauma…gazing intently upon it…but now without any fears
Wounds are what make us even stronger although there may be so many unseen scars
With determination and inward strength we move on and slowly reach for the stars.
Deep within lies a lonely heart…fragile and broken
No one sees the suffering and pain even though he has spoken
To many a soul along life’s journey…yet all were too involved
Crying, the tears were never seen…now he has reinvented himself…he is cast in his own new mould
One moment this…the next that…many new faces appear before eyes that really see
Inwardly in turmoil therefore the outward takes on a different appearance…in this way he can really be
Longing to be stable but the past dictates the future
Catch me is the plea…love and accept me for who I am
Throw me not away…you are needed…begging, do not once again let me hear the slam
Of doors I desire to walk through and become one with you
I am real…maybe not as you hoped for…yet your child, your family, your brother, I love you I do.
Time has come and time has passed us by
Golden days of unsure feelings for youth knew not that moments not treasured would slowly fly
Into the sea of forgetfulness never again to be restored
Recognizing not the tender fresh face of love eternally given without holding back
Forever was, so they thought, but for those caught in the time span of aging…when suddenly there appeared a growing crack
Familiarity is its own worst enemy for it has inborn roots spreading all around
Bit by bit all goodness and beauty is no longer seen…and it raised its head without one earthly warning sound
Time speaks for itself yet its ticking clock must be constantly seen as real
For in a moment the destructive wind of an attitude of carelessness will force itself in and your life to steal
No more time… no more tenderness of a future burning with the glow of passion and hope
All remained silent…for in sharing two hearts no longer spoke as one…instead they simply and forever broke.
When no one hears the call or cry of your heart…stay strong
When your pain falls on deaf ears…know that soon your time to shine will arrive…hold on for it wont be long
No matter how broken your heart is within, realize that you have so many inner reserves
This road that has been covered with obstacles will cease and you will turn for up ahead there is a curve
Inwardly you are as a tree with roots going deep down… firmly settled in the ground
Arise and stand tall… walk on with determination and see all around
For sorrow there is joy
For grief there is newness
For strife there is peace
For pain there is relief
And so much more is there… waiting just for you… fly on wings of anticipation…allow nothing to hold you back
Let the past hurts and trauma that drove you to near destruction and severe lack
Only form in your mind as reminders of answers that arrived, bringing you into the future showing a character of inner strength and glowing beauty.
One that no matter what, will survive
Will grow, mature and always stay alive.