The New Has Come

 I am a new creation,

The old has gone,

So tell me 

How is it that 

The new has come

to this?

This jaded

half-faded,

Apathy-invaded,

Husk of what was to come?

Had the old,

Really gone,

Or was I one

Who failed,

Having fled,

To run.

Shod in lead

Should I have been 

Shot in the head?

I'm running like a dead man walking,

And evil crouches at the door,

stalking

Whom it may devour,

Cometh the dead, 

Cometh the hour.

The Old was gone

and done away,

Yet done

With roots left 

gaining sway.

They should have drowned with me that day

But the good ground

Gave up its goods to play

And the danger

Became the disaster

But sin shall no longer be your master.

So how did the new

Come to this?

I was caught

In the thickest thicket

Entangled easily 

I took the ticket

Struck the leg

Before the wicket

Dismissed myself

Before I hit it.

Sin was deeper

Than I'd admitted,

And just one degree off course,

Means you'll never find true North.


No I did not die

Entirely,

I gave the lie

to being free,

The new had come,

But had it come for me?

The old man came back round,

My race did not get off the ground.

Good soil can start again

It's been long-fallow 

Now it needs the rain,

And I've sown in tears

and soaked in pain,

But this night

has not been in vain,

And the joy will come

all the same.

As the New is birthed

Through the death of Old,

Now is the time

to drown it's hold,

Hold it down

for a Crown, not of Gold

But vernix and blood

And helplessness,

Oh God, I die,

For your Righteousness

Oh Christ, I cry,

For you.

I am helpless apart from you.

(His Death) A life That Shall Not Cease

I am wondering how I die today

What must go,

And where I stay

And what to lay down in the grave

And death cannot contain him

I must die to live today

To give my very self away

What must go

And what can stay?

Cos death cannot contain him

All the things that catch my eye

Charm me most to live the lie

Or sing to me their lullaby

All of these are doomed to die

Cos death cannot contain him

The grave it yields such fertile soil

In the end, gives up it's spoil,

The earth was cursed to bring such toil

But Life and love will know no foil

And death cannot contain him

In sowing seed into his death

We worship him with dying breath

Exhaling praise, not left bereft,

Spirit raising, glory dressed

Cos death cannot contain him

Micha 6:8 (Song) Act Justly

 

Act Justly,

Love Mercy,

Walk Humbly before your God, (x2)

For this is what he requires of you,

This is what he desires,

That Love should be your one true goal,

And he will send the fire,

He will send the fire

Here I am Yaweh

And by your grace I will stay

And walk with you always

All my days (and)

Act Justly

Love Mercy,

Walk Humbly before My God, (x2)

For this is what he requires of Me,

This is what he desires,

That I should Love with heart, strength and soul,

And he will send the fire,

He will send the fire,

(So I can)

Act Justly,

Love Mercy,

Walk Humbly before My God, (x2)

For this is what he requires of Me,

This is what he desires,

That I should Love with heart, strength and soul,

And he will send the fire,

He will send the fire,

Here I am Yaweh,

By Your grace I will stay,

Walk with you always,

All my days

Spoken

This is my daily bread

Your very word

Spoken to me.

You are my daily bread

Jesus, my daily bread,

Your very body,

Broken for me.

You are the living word

There are no boundaries 

or distinctions

Between thoughts

And actions

What you say is what you do

And what you do,

Is what you say

And who you are,

There is no boundary

No Border

You said

Let there be light

And there was light

You call those that are not as though they were

And they are.

Your living word to me

Is my daily bread

You sustain me

As the earth is held on it's axis

By your very word,

Your broken body

My bread,

Is your word to me,

Sustaining all life,

Suspending it in death,

Till the Kingdom wine flows again,

Your word to me,

Your word which proceedeth from your mouth,

The bread by which I live,

Is love

Your very body,

Given,

For me.


You have spoken

And there is no boundary or distinction

Between thought and action,

between conception

And completion.

It is finished.

The promise is it's own fulfilment.

Honesty Inc

 When honest becomes your brand, you'd better shut up shop

The truth of you for sale, the under hand slides up top,

Your candour on demand, demands you just don't stop,

Soon you're acting for the fans, but the truth is just your prop,

And now you just can't stop,

The Systems of Mercy

 

Oh the usual systems of mercy,

They are departed and gone,*

The machine has broken down,

The mechanism is all wrong

And it's grace and it's sin and it is free will

It's the inevitable fall of this man,

And this cycle is vicious and small

And spins on a ha'penny's span

It is a never decreasing, deceasing circle,

And It or I will brake,

(Or I am stuck as i am)

And the systems of mercy

Sin Cycle Confess,

Must give way

To a man,

Christ, can I be what I am?

* Alusion to 'The Sisters of Mercy' by Leonard Cohen.

Grace is a Spare Pair

When doing the weekly wash,

Much like the confessing of your sin,

It pays to never forget,

The pants you're sitting in

You woke up early Saturday morning,

To get the load from the washing bin,

To have a clean pair for Sunday Church,

But,

You forgot the pants you're in.

Now they're all in the wash

And the day can now begin

But you'll have to go for ages, 

In the grime you're stewing in,

He came that we may have life

And have it in abundance,

But grace is, in this metaphor,

A spare pair of underpants,