Sleepless Narcotic

In the dark of the night when sleep evades
My soul cries out in prayer,
My mind wanders and then, I’m there –
Flitting between past, present and future:
Past hurts re-emerge,
Present issues intersperse,
Future possible disasters loom large.
Sleep gets further and further away,
Prayer becomes disorientated, chaotic;
I’m high on a sleepless narcotic.

I wonder how You make sense of this prayer,
Yet the real wonder is that You do
Because You are You.
Anxiety-ridden dreams invade my prayer
Until reaching breaking point
I turn to what never disappoints:
‘The Lord is My Shepherd’.
Wide awake I hold onto Your promises,
Reciting aloud in the quiet of the night
Slowly travelling from darkness to light.

I imagine Your oil pouring over my head,
Oozing slowly downwards which serves
To sooth my frazzled nerves,
Calming my over-stressed brain,
Leading me to quiet water,
Soon I feel physically calmer
And know that I am cherished.
Dreams and worries begin to slip away,
Anxiety and stress take a backseat
And I finally begin to drift to sleep.

Copyright wordz2Go Jun 2017
Psalm 23:5 ‘The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want …… Thou anointest my head with oil, my cup runneth over …’

 

Potting of Souls

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Give thanks to the Lord for He is good,
His love endures forever.
Reach for the Lord with a willing heart,
His love creates an anchor –
Grace free for me and you,
Embedded in eternal rock,
Love that gives and will never, never stop

Blessings rain down seeding inner calm,
Peace that lasts for ever.
Deserts turned into fruitful land,
Harvests without measure –
Vineyards ripe for reaping,
Growing in fields of gold,
Ripe for the picking and potting of souls

Give thanks to the Lord for unfailing love,
Grace from our confessor.
Praises raise to Redeemer King,
A crown our heavenly treasure –
Given by the King of kings,
Sitting on the throne of power,
And there we’ll live for ever and ever!

Copyright wordz2Go May 2017
Psalm 136

Praise & Sing!

Winding Mountain Road

Can you praise in sadness,
Can you sing in faith,
When the road twists and turns
And your arms burn
From holding on?
Can you sing in sadness,
Can you praise in faith,
When your mood is low
And the tears flow
Down your face?

You can praise in sadness,
You can sing in faith,
You will come though
Your God walks with you
And will never leave.
You can sing in sadness,
You can praise in faith,
One set of footprints
When you couldn’t
Walk alone.

You can sing in sadness,
You can praise in faith,
You are never alone,
He hears your groans
And carries you.
Sing in faith! Praise in sadness!
God loves your brokenness,
As part of your wholeness –
Praise and sing
No matter what life brings.

Copyright wordz2Go May 2017
Matthew 5:4 ‘Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.’

Waxing Lyrical

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My holy relationship
Waxes and wanes
As if the moon’s gravitational pull
Controls me from its domain,
Bursts of enthusiasm
Are tempered by less effectiveness
When my Christianity
Hides behind my humanity,
When I focus more on my needs
Rather than the needs of others –
Until the moon cycles again
And holy focus is regained.

Copyright words2Go April 2017

Soul Colours

If –
Souls were coloured
And all could see,
What colour would mine be?
Would it be coloured differently
From Monday through Sunday?

Or –
Would my soul reflect my mood:
Some days somber and black,
Unable to crack the dark;
Some days, truly black,
Hard to get back on track.

Maybe –
My colours will get brighter
As my faith grows,
As seeds that were sowed
Mature and show
A happier coloured soul-photo.

Copyright wordz2Go April 2017

Guilt

I saw her,
And I did nothing.

Sitting on a low wall down a dark ally
Just off the main high street:
Clearly high on something,
Eyes rolling back,
Speech slurring as she called out
In Spanish.
I hurried my family past her,
Glad to be back onto a sun-filled street,
A street with happy feet.

We’d taken a short cut,
She was on a detour, possibly a dead end.
I’m not proud.
I saw her and I did nothing.
How many more will fail her?
How many more will walk past,
Observing but not seeing?
My soul was coloured dark that day,
I looked the other way.

I rationalised:
I was a visitor,
I didn’t speak Spanish,
I was only there for the day,
There must be some organised help around,
I wanted to get back to the beach,
In short – I felt no compassion.
I saw her, and I did nothing
She called out to me,
Now, I feel guilty.

Copyright wordz2Go April 2017
Matthew 25:40 ‘Truly, I tell you, whatever you did for the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you do for me.’