Just A Poem

 

This is just a poem

If you don't like it

Walk on

Go on

Just keep goin'

I wont hate you

Or judge you

Though you've no way of knowin'

You must trust me,

Seriously,

It's Just a poem

It's not death after life

It's not life or death

It's not the end of your world

Or your final breath

It's not dreams come to naught

Or your soul bereft,

It's something more important

That carries more heft

This is just a poem

A moment

A meaning

A contusion showing

Emotion beneath the skin bubbling up

Microwaved milk spilling over the cup

This is the seed that I'm sowin'

But it's still just a poem,

If you hate it

Or love it,

You've learned the worth

A reaction is enough

If not new birth

Then a day in the sun

Before being buried in earth

I've touched you

I've lost you

I've created mirth

I've bored or Ignored you

Or thrilled you in verse

But I haven't killed you

Or anything worse
 

This is, after all

Just a poem

And if you don't like it...don't stop

Just keep going

Don't read further or listen

To the flow that is going

This thing is not yet

Showing any sign of slowing

And anyway,

As I said,

 

It's Just a poem,

I write and perform

For those who'll connect

To this moment

It's life to accept or reject

This poem can be like the cassette you'd eject

Or press play

Maybe stay

Maybe you've not decided yet

Maybe rewind

Or press pause

The decision is yours

But if you don't mind,

I will just keep goin'

Though it's not Shakespeare

And it's just a poem

It's mine

And I think

It's absolutely fine,

Not accolade, I know

Nor high renown

Not critical acclaim

Not the talk of the town,

I just thought of it

and wrote it down,

Yeah this is just a poem,

If you thought It was more

Had you going

No this is just a poem,

But poems are just moments in words

And moments are the smallest units of life

So don't ignore them

The moments I mean,

Not the poems,

Please

Feel free

Just keep going

High Time

I wont hide in corners
I wont avoid detection
I will face my demon
I reject rejection

I accept acceptance
I will release release
I'm walking hand in hand
With Big Bro,
The Prince of peace

I'm a city on a hill
In the middle of the night
I'm a light on a stand
I'm standing in day-light

I am loved as loved can be
I am loved before all time
I am loved into eternity
Loved with Love divine

I am the light of the world.
because
The light of his Love is in me
The light  shines in the darkness
The darkness shall never win me

High time
High time,
My time,
To Shine

Amputation

Now all of that gouging business
Makes more sense
Now the limb hacking legs off
Of the Sham and Pretence

Now the iconoclasm bears more weight
Now the Cleaving the meat off
Between trust and hate
Is something I can appreciate
Now I see my actual state

When the ship is struggling you unload cargo
Better to survive with a lightened load,
But when the boat is going down, you have to go,
Abandon Ship, Geronimo,

I am lost and without hope
I am dead in the water now
The gangrene has taken hold
This Limb shall no longer slow me down,

It's got to go
It's got to go
It's got to go

It's better to live without
And live
than die
And to die with

I choose without
Because I want to live

More About The Sore

Your remedy contained,
The diagnosis when,
You uttered the words,
You must be born again,

Like the need for a lung transplant,
Tells you a lot about that cough,
Like when the sore on the ankle
Means the leg must come off,

The old me is dead and dying,
It's terminal without remedy,
Riddled with sin and selfishness,
Condemned eternally,

I need a new me,
Now at last I'm sure,
The amputation you prescribed,
Tells me more about the sore,

More than moral philosophy,
More than Political Policy,
More than words of psychology,
More than observed Religiosity,

You must be born again,
The life and death sentence ,
A call to faith and love and life,
To the woken, a call to repentance






If you have a sore on your ankle and after the doctor does his test, he comes in and says "I have some hard news: We have to take your leg off just below the knee," then that remedy tells you more about the sore than many erudite medical words.
So it is with the remedy "You must be born again."~ John Piper (Finally Alive)

What Is Conceived

 

There's something happening here

What it is aint exactly clear

 

 

It lies

Not dormant

Not sleeping

But waiting

Tucked away

Within the folds of her

Growing exponentially

Cells dividing,

Mass expanding

The latent energy

no longer lazing

released and fizzing

reaching, racing

First it will fill her

And for an encore,

It will fill her life

He that filled all

Is undetectable

Invisible

Imperceptible

It is the end inevitable

And it is the beginning

And it is here

And yet it is not yet

A new thing

A no-can-do thing

Done and doing

Without your knowing

 

 

 

There's something happening here

What it is aint exactly clear

This thing should not fill you with fear

You should not fear to feel failure

Nor decline to draw near

Though it is unsettling in the extreme

Though it does not fit in with your schemes

Though it upsets your tray of fresh tarts

Though you had no half baked plans for a fresh start

 

Though you are tempted to recoil in reticence

 

You may, in your dismay, miss the magnificence

 

 

The gold in the gutter

 

The baby in the manger

 

The eye of the angel,

 

In the face of the stranger

 

The doorway in the darkness

 

That opens your world

 

The portal to paradise

 

As true life is unfurled

 

 

There's something happening here

 

 

But

 

All of this

 

You could simply miss

 

If you write it off the list

 

If you just dismiss

 

 

And Joseph, on the night the angel came,

 

Went to bed, In a world of pain,

 

He pulled over the covers,

 

And closed off the world

 

Of unwed teenage Mothers

 

And imaginations of her 'other lovers'

 

The life he'd longed for; up in smoke

 

The taste of hope that had made him choke

 

And tried to shut out those bitter, painful themes

 

By burying his head in sleep and dreams

 

 

 

 

There's something happening here

What it is aint exactly clear

 

 

And in dream's depths amidst these things he feared

 

An Angel of the Lord appeared

 

Joseph, Joseph, David's son

 

Do not be afraid of what God's begun,

 

Yes this thing is not from you,

 

But what she tells you is still true

 

Joseph I know you will struggle to hear it

 

But what is conceived in her is from the Holy Spirit

 

The son she bears, will bear the Name

 

Jesus, the one who came

 

To save his people from their sins

 

So don't be scared to take them in

 

 

There's something happening here

And what it is becoming clear

 

 

 

And you, you may not perceive what is going on,

 

But it could be something God's begun,

This thing should not fill you with fear

You should not fear to feel failure

Nor decline to draw near

Though it is unsettling in the extreme

Though it does not fit in with your schemes

Though it upsets your tray of fresh tarts

Though you had no half baked plans for a fresh start

 

Though you are tempted to recoil in reticence

 

You may, in your dismay, miss the magnificence

 

Who too lay in a cradle once,

 

Jesus, come to reclaim our innocence,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But after he had considered this, an angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream and said, “Joseph son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary home as your wife, because what is conceived in her is from the Holy Spirit. She will give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus because he will save his people from their sins.~ Matt 1:20-21

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Trouble With Trouble

The trouble with trouble
Is that it can be very troubling
If you worry about your worries
They often end up doubling

Simmering, boiling, spilling out
Spitting, hissing, bubbling
Now they're spreading everywhere,
You struggle to keep struggling,

The trouble with trouble
Is that you cant help but let it trouble you,
Don't pronounce it with an R,
Try instead to say it with a double U

The trouble with Twubble
Is it's hard to let it twubble you
If you can laugh at all your worries
They're halfway turned to rubble too,

And for the other half turn to prayer
Throw God all the balls you're juggling
They wont trouble him like they trouble you
He'll give you peace instead of struggling

Be of good cheer, cheer up, although,
"In this world you will have trouble"
I have overcome the world,
And burst it's little bubble,

Take my yoke upon you,
Don't be overwhelmed by sight,
Because my yoke is easy,
And my 'burden' is rather light,

To deal with life without the worry
Will half the load you were doubling,
And half again, my friend,
Your trouble's not so troubling,

Oh Come On All Ye Faithful

Why so despondent, down cast and downhearted?
O come ye, O come ye, to Bethlehem,
Come and behold him,
Born the King of Angels,
O come on all ye faithful,
O come on all ye faithful,
O come on and adore him,
Christ the Lord,

God of God, However dark the night,
Look he's not too proud for the virgins womb,
Very God, even in dark places,
O come on all ye faithful,
O come on all ye faithful,
O come on and adore him,
Christ the Lord,

Sing choirs of wasters, Sing in degradation,
Sing all forgotten ones despised and unloved
Glory to God, in the High street,
O come on all ye faithful,
O come on all ye faithful,
O come on and adore him,
Christ the Lord,