Who am I now, who will I be, who was it that I once was?
Created, refined, renewed, somehow changed.
A remarkable journey, unseen.
Backward glance, mindful now, vision forward.
Partial past-sense, present life-blood, future veiled.
Confusion, understanding, mysterious.
I was different, I’m the same, I will be…
16/9/2012
I am empty
Fill me up
I am lonely
Enter in
I am filthy
Purify me
Take me home
In You, within
4/3/2014
Peter Craft – 6/5/2013
…the Bible shows us who we really are. It tells us who we are without Jesus and who we are if we are devoted to Jesus.
When we read the Bible we see our true selves reflected back to us. We see ourselves with all our faults and failures and all that we can be in Jesus.
So if we forget what we hear from God’s word, and if we fail to do what it says, we are really forgetting who we actually are.
Rock as refuge
Dense, unmoved
Crevice rest
Curl up, subdued
Bask in sunlight
Serene and warm
Encompassed in
That worn by storm
15/6/2014
Hmmm, stepping back.
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Look inside your memory…
None of this is real…
All you think you know…
See or touch and feel…
Everything’s a mirage…
To deflect what’s going on…
Life is one big film set…
You’re a lyric in its song…
All that is around you…
Is just one big illusion…
“They” rely on compliance…
And thrive on your confusion…
Step back; you can see it…
And try to break through…
Escape from all your chains…
You’ll witness life anew…
It’s not what you thought…
Or how you once believed…
All that has been taught…
Is how “They” have deceived…
We work for the rich men…
Who laugh at the poor…
If you think there is equality…
You need to reveal more…
And understand what’s going on…
Outside your buried head…
Because people are so wicked…
And won’t care when you’re dead…
Start to ask some questions…
Don’t stop; just keep…
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In falling, grace
In promise, stand
In battle, nothing made from man
In surrender, rest
In refuge, strength
In mercy, find unfathomed depth
5/6/2014
Rich Mullins
Ephesians 6
Psalm
Isaiah
They say two is a company
And three is a crowd.
There are three at the table
Of the third I’m not proud.
I couldn’t erase him
And you couldn’t accept him.
The chances are slim
That we’ll soon be without him.
I’m not refusing
To forget the thing that was.
I simply don’t know how and
You continue to make a fuss.
Yesterday’s mystery,
Over now-history.
Transformed into a memory
That just won’t let us be.
Give me time,
All I ask is for time.
Time will heal
What the past unreeled.
Then maybe I’ll love you,
More than I now am able.
One day it’ll just be two,
Dining at this table.
The illusions of the past
May dissolve into thin air.
May not be so fast
But we’ll start from there.
Don’t ask for too much,
I’ve only so much to give.
Let’s ignore the third wheel on my mind.
Let’s…
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