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…

Refining Fire

Lying dead and lifeless
That which has fallen from above
When touched by heat and spark
Will a firestorm, behove

Though dead to life of tree
Now feed to living flame
Producing heat, destruction
None will ever be the same

The flame takes all alive
Toward the point of death
All living, true and permanent
Will shoot with a new breath

Refine me, prove what’s true
Remove all not of Thee
Breathe Your life into me
Life that with, You’re fully pleased

 

29/12/2013