Friday, 14 March 2014

What do I know

What not do I know,
Nothing, nothing, as I kneel before.
Vanity what does it afford me,
Nothing, as I view life's turbulent seas.

Beneath that rugged tree,
The stains that marred,
I struggle, hands to its bark,
Coarse to the very touch.

What do I know,
Living the very life I hate,
Hating the very one I love,
Loving the very one I long,
Waiting for that very day, written in songs......

In the storm

In this world so vast,
Caught within its strangling grip,
Over the horizon, storms that brew,
Terrible to behold, more than we knew.
It rages on, a wrath so deep,
Angry waves form, toss and throw,
Watery fingers that would not let go,
Nowhere to run, but a depth so cold.
Sinking down to the deepest end,
Helpless in everything that I do,
Eyes closed, in my soul, scared,
Yet right there, Hope had been prepared.

Wednesday, 12 March 2014

Remembrance (photo by Jasmine Foong)

Gazing out do I remember,
The toddler that I was,
A teenager who defied,
That young man conscribed.

Memories of a time gone,
Picturing what had been,
Where had the time flown,
Made up of people I had known.

Awoken from my reverie,
Knowing not where it leads,
Living a life not my own,
Saved by Grace, never alone.

Monday, 24 February 2014

He is always with us

Years, months, days,
Life catches up unawares,
Wishing it would never change,
To have it just the same way.

A new chapter each time,
Obstacles that come unbidden,
Trials that seem too much,
Doubts...why is it such.

Hope in the path laid out,
Walk knowing He is with us,
Through the life lived daily,
Lean heavily on that blessed tree.

Monday, 27 January 2014

Church, the body of Christ

My home be far,
The journey be long,
Through it all in life,
Blessed by the body of Christ.

Thursday, 23 January 2014

A Longing

Longing for that memory,
Over the valley and hills,
Visions that stay with me,
Every moment that I feel.....

Tuesday, 21 January 2014

A Purpose

In life as with all things,
From a babe to a man,
Living to death's final scene,
Time shifts like hourglass sands.

Questioned on the purpose,
Trembling at the pain,
Wondering what else be worst,
In the soul, hope be faint.

Yet, not seen on the surface,
A reason to be sought,
Written in life a purpose,
There within, prepared by God.