My Home of Peace

The changing state from day to day

Speaks not the truth of who you may…

Be, have been,

Or who you’ll be,

Whether completeness day is far or seen

 

Today you do, tomorrow not

Tonight may be a night of rot

But sleep or move,

Or rest or fret,

The Great Good Shepherd holds you yet

 

 

 

To seek a rest in arms not seen

Yet feel the warmth of where they’ve been

The striving, searching,

Me – adrift,

Awaits these arms in love to lift

 

Oh, grant the peace of where you are

To me, whose life still feels afar

Bring to me,

Then bring me to,

The Peace of home, which is with you

 

30/11/2018

The Child, The Bride

My precious child, sore-tested

With hunger, banishment and sword

Cast out of home to loneliness

Outlasting by my word

This fire, hot and fierce

This anvil, hard as stone

This faith I planted in you

Is proving pure and true and firm

 

My bride of beauty fair

I have clothed you with my own

While you waited long, expectant

I’ve prepared for you a home

Behold, I’m coming quickly

Make your preparations sure

None other shall possess you

We shall be one, you shall be pure

 

11/8/2014

Reflecting on Iraq…Christians…

Soz, Mum

Mum, I know that I’m not talking

To you as I used to do

When I was so much smaller

And I used to hug you too

But if you can just be patient

Till my brain and body grow

Once again I’ll want your wisdom

And maybe kiss you as I go

 

I know that when I’m angry

And you don’t know what to say

That I make you quite unhappy

So it’s hard for us to stay

In our home and be together

When I’m sad and all withdrawn

Staying in my room, behind the door

Even with the curtains drawn

 

But one day I’ll emerge from all

The darkness, out and in

Our communication slowly

Will no doubt begin again

I’ll be thankful that I have you

In my life to walk beside

Now I’m grown and we are family

And as friends, to love in life

 

 

4/5/2014